Part 2The Diary Dare That Changed Everything

In the blink of an eye, Liam and I had been inseparable, relying on each other as siblings for over twenty years.

Last weekend, we had a massive blowout because he wouldn't let me go to a guy friend's birthday party.

He couldn't win the argument, so in a fit of anger, he actually recited a paragraph from my private diary.

That was when I realized he had been secretly reading my journal. I kicked him hard in the shin, turned around, and stormed upstairs.

Sure, I sneaked peeks at his journal too, but I never read it out loud to his face!

I just kept it a secret and laughed behind his back. Who acts as shameless as him? What an absolute jerk!

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

To get back at Liam, I deliberately went out and bought a diary with a physical lock.

After writing mundane daily entries for half a month, I started scribbling furiously:

"I'm a bad girl. How could I have these kinds of feelings for my own brother?"

"They say having a brother complex is a sickness. It's not right; I shouldn't be like this."

"But I really can't control myself. The internet says our red string of fate is hidden in..."

I switched to a red pen and drew a crooked, dramatic heart right over the period.

Liam didn't disappoint me.

The next day, when he brought a bowl of fruit into my room, his eyes immediately locked onto the diary I had purposely left open on the desk.

Maybe he remembered the kick I gave him a few days ago for snooping.

Or maybe his conscience finally kicked in, making him realize a brother shouldn't invade his sister's privacy.

Either way, he paused for five seconds.

But it was only five seconds.

His long fingers skillfully flipped open the thin pages.

He still had that careless, lazy expression on his face, a hint of a mischievous what's the harm in one look pulling at the corner of his mouth.

But after reading just two lines, the smirk vanished instantly.

His fingers gripping the diary began to tremble visibly. The veins at his temples throbbed, and his vision clearly swam.

Finally, he stumbled back two steps and collapsed heavily into the desk chair, clearly terrified half to death by what he read.

I was hiding by the door, watching him look like the sky had just fallen, covering my mouth and laughing so hard I couldn't stand straight.

Hehe.

That's what you get for reading my diary. Serves you right.