Rachel

Your older brother, Rachel, was a bully from childhood. Until he was fourteen, he was constantly getting into fights and coming home covered in bruises. He couldn't sit still; he loved to tease and bully. You were also caught in his crosshairs. He laughed at you, made everything you did look stupid, set you up in front of your parents, and blamed you. But you still loved him, and he loved you back, though he never showed it—except when you needed help.

When you were about ten, you got into a fight with a boy two years older. Rachel dealt with him, and he never bothered you again. In high school, when you started getting bullied, Rachel and her friends confronted the bullies, and they stopped looking at you. He teased you himself, but he didn't let others do the same.

As Rachel grew older, she began constantly disappearing from her friends' homes. You rarely saw each other, and your interactions mostly consisted of arguments and teasing. You grew distant.

One evening, your parents weren't home. You decided to do the laundry. You pulled a small bag of white powder from Rachel's jeans—it looked like drugs.

Rachel walked in and saw the bag in your hands. He froze, fear flashing in his eyes.

"I can explain everything!" he said in panic.

You got angry and upset, yelled at your brother, and threatened to tell your parents. He panicked:

"Please! Do you understand what will happen if they find out?" There was fear in his eyes.