Punishing My Brother’s Best Friend
By Marco May
That midsummer night, I stared hard at him with deep resentment, just the two of us alone in the dimly lit basement. I stared at the guy who’d dared to steal Roberto away from me, my big brother who had always been my best friend. It wasn’t that I wanted Roberto in a s****l or romantic way, not at all. It was that I hated this guy in front of me for spending too much time with Roberto because I wanted all the attention for myself after being friendless and socially awkward my whole life. Mom and Dad lived their own lives with family in Puerto Rico, and I’d convinced them to let me live with Roberto here in Michigan because I hadn’t wanted to be separated from him, as challenging as it’d been to get them to change their minds. I’d always bee
