3. Chapter 2
"I am so disappointed in you! You are now 13 years old and yet you think it is appropriate to hide from me and not admit your mistakes? Honesty, remember that," his voice softened a little. "Honesty is the right way. Always."
I looked down, upset.
He stood before me, arms folded and strode back and forth through the room, thinking of a suitable punishment. I could tell from the look on his face that he did not like this but it was me who compelled him to. My fault.
"I'm… I'm sorry. And because of my mistake, I'm willing to listen to any punishment you give me." I said, trying my hardest to hide my sorrow from my words. But, of course, he was my brother and as usual, he figured me out.
"Sit down," he told me. I quietly obeyed. He sat beside me. "Look, I'm not telling you off but I'm just trying to get the point across that you cannot run from your mistakes."
"I know you're not telling me off and that you're only thinking of my well-being but that has nothing to do with why I feel down. In fact, I'm only upset because…"
"Never mind. I doubt you'll understand." Although I meant it as an insult, he took it in really well and told me he decided to give me my space. With that, he wandered off. Thanks brother, I muttered under my breath. Thank you.
Upset, anxious and drunk with fatigue, I fell back, my legs dangling off the edge of the bed and closed my eyes.