Part 3Her Final Act: My Sister's Story

But before I could leave, Mrs. Henderson's daughter lunged at me, eyes bloodshot, grabbing me.

"Why won't you marry me?! You took my family's money! You're mine now! If you run, I'll break your legs!"

She slapped me hard across the face, leaving scratches on my cheek. I frowned and tried to restrain her.

But she was completely out of it, didn't listen to reason. I was getting beaten to hell, covered in cuts and bruises.

She was going on and on, clearly having an episode.

"I'm gonna kill you! You were the one who came on to me, sending me nudes, saying you loved me! You tricked me out of my money!"

"I never sent you any nudes! I never even talked to you! How could I trick you out of your money?"

I was getting desperate. She smashed me in the face with her phone. Mrs. Henderson's daughter pulled up a message on her phone, shoving it in my face.

"Look at this! Isn't that you? You added me on social media and were all over me!"

I looked at the messages on her phone, my eyes wide with horror.

The profile picture and name were mine, but I never talked to this woman, never even added her.

I grabbed the phone, scrolled up, and found pictures of me changing clothes and sleeping.

Some of them looked like they were taken when I was asleep, with my shirt pulled up.

I looked up at my brother, knowing the only person who could sneak into my room at night was him.

He’d once planted a hidden camera in my room.

He’d stolen my photos and posted them on a park bulletin board and in the neighborhood chat, leaving my number.

He said I was lonely and looking for a girlfriend for casual hookups.

I was harassed and even taken in for questioning a few times by the police, and even got cornered and beat up in an alley a few times.

I reported it to the police and found out my brother had done it. I confronted him.

He said if I sacrificed myself to give those single older women some relief, it would be a good deed.

It was awful. I ended up moving into my dorm just to get away from him.

And now it was happening again.

The old nightmares and the current pain washed over me, filled me with rage.

"Why are you doing this? Why do you want to ruin me?"

My furious glare made my brother look guilty for a second, but then his face turned pitiful and innocent.

"What are you talking about, bro? I was born to help people. I don't have time to ruin you.

You've always been a womanizer, hooking up with women. Everyone in the neighborhood knows.

Now someone's willing to overlook your disgusting habits and marry you. You should be grateful, not blame me!"

My brother’s words made Mrs. Henderson’s daughter even more angry.

Her punches got harder.

Even though I was a guy, it hurt like hell. I tried to get the neighbors to help hold her down, but then my brother spoke up again.

"You're not exactly an innocent flower, bro. You wouldn't be getting beat up if you weren't messing around.

I saw you going to the clinic for STDs. Now someone's willing to overlook your issues. Marry her before you infect the whole neighborhood!"

The neighbors held their noses and backed away, looking at me like I was diseased.

"I knew he was shady. He was always so quiet, but his private life is disgusting."

"Yeah, no wonder the cops are always calling him. He deserves it. He's a pervert!"