Ever since I could remember, Brennan had a way of convincing my parents of almost anything. The only exception seemed to be in England when Shane had claimed that title and made him runner-up. But even when we were younger and I would try to be around him, his cruelty would know no bounds whereas Shane had made up for this brunt chill. I didn't look much into it as I believed this was him being an average sibling. But as I looked at the journal of evidence, the texts left as screenshots on Shane's phone, and the messages on f*******: since Brennan had been negligent in choosing a clever password, it was clear to me now.
The details spoken of my family; of my father’s abuse, my mother having a drinking problem, my own cruelty in shoving my relationship with Shane seemingly in his face wer
