My Brother Is Not the Villain

Summary

The moment I found out my brother was the tragic, manipulative ex in some real-life romance drama, he was in the bathroom trying to kill himself.

I kicked the door open.

"Get downstairs and buy me a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos," I ordered. "And some Cool Ranch Doritos. And a Coke."

My brother, Leo, froze. "But—"

"I'll count to three!"

He shot up from the water. "Okay, okay! The Cheetos—you want the regular kind or the lime-flavored ones?"

Just then, a stream of text scrolled across my vision.