Jailed By My Brother

Isabelle said I stole her pearls, and my brother lost his mind.

He didnt just drag me to court; he hired the best lawyer in the city to stand by her side and prosecute me.

I was sentenced to three years. I became a thief.

Before the final sentencing, his own lawyer tried to reason with him.

Cole, just let this be a scare tactic. A real prison sentence will ruin your sisters life.

My brothers face was stone.

Stealing isnt a small thing. She needs to learn a lesson.

He paused, his voice softening just a fraction, a chilling promise. As for her future Ill be her safety net.

Three years later, I walked out of the correctional facility. He was there, waiting, his eyes red-rimmed as he reached for me.

You see now, dont you? You know you were wrong. Come on, Thea. Lets go home.

I took a step back, a small, quiet movement, letting his hand fall into the empty space between us.

I had a new brother now, one Id met on the inside.

He told me he believed me.

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When I flinched away, a flicker of shock crossed Coles face. But he didnt retract his hand. Instead, it shot out again, faster this time, his grip firm and resolute around my wrist.

Thea, why are you pulling away? Did someone hurt you in there? His voice was hoarse, like it was scraped over gravel.

I tried to pull my hand back, once, twice, but his grip was iron. I gave up, my voice flat.

No.

He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for three years. He squeezed my hand tighter.

Good. Thats good. I read things online horror stories. As long as you werent hurt

Watching the relief wash over his face, the moisture gathering in his eyes, a bitter, mocking laugh echoed in the confines of my mind.

Cole, the one who sent me there, with his own two hands, was you.

What good is your concern now?

He forced a smile, a placating, almost pleading expression, and tugged me toward a sleek black sedan parked at the curb.

You always loved a good party, remember? Ive arranged a welcome-home dinner.

Come on. Were going home.

I glanced back at the gray, formidable walls of the prison. Inside, Id met Leo. He was framed for financial fraud, locked away. He had one more month on his sentence. We had a plan. In one month, Id be the one waiting at these gates. I would pick him up, and we would start a life together.

But there were things I had to retrieve from that house. My fathers last effects. So, I let Cole lead me to the car.

On the drive, his fingers brushed against the prickly stubble of my hair, my head shaved clean by the state. His touch was half a warning, half a reminder.

Thea, you cant steal anymore. This was the consequence.

My own fingers curled into a tight fist in my lap.

For three years, I had sent him messages through the prison guards, a desperate, broken refrain.

I didnt take Isabelles necklace. She framed me.

He never believed me.

So this time, I didnt waste my breath. I just gave a docile nod, playing the part hed written for me. I know.

A satisfied smile spread across his lips. He brought me home.

The moment he opened the front door, a POP echoed in the foyer, and a shower of colorful streamers rained down.

Isabelle, whom I hadnt seen in three years, stood there holding a party popper, her eyes crinkled in a joyful smile.

Sister! Welcome home!

She was acting so affectionate, her eyes practically overflowing with feigned nostalgia. A far cry from the venomous, hateful glare shed given me when shed accused me of theft.

I ignored her, brushing past her shoulder as I walked inside.

Her smile froze on her face. She looked to Cole for help, her voice laced with a wounded tremor.

Why wont she talk to me? Is she still mad at me?

Cole stroked her hair, his voice a low, comforting murmur.

Thea just got out. Shes probably not used to things yet. Its not your fault.

I was already in my old bedroom, pulling a dusty box from beneath the bed. My fathers old photographs and his wedding band were still there. A wave of profound relief washed over me.

Cole appeared at the doorway, his voice soft.

Thea, come out and eat. Youre so thin, I can see your ribs.

I closed the box, slid it back into its hiding place, and followed him out.

During dinner, Isabelle asked, with an air of calculated innocence, So, sister, what was it like? I hear its a total mess in there. Is that true?

Its not a mess. You read books, you get the newspaper. After dinner, you go back to your bunk.

Oh, that actually sounds okay. Not as bad as I imagined.

A sliver of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Cole peeled a shrimp and placed it on my plate, a light chuckle in his voice.

Now that shes out, lets not talk about that place. Just think of it as an experience. Let it go.

Isabelles expression darkened for a moment, and she fell silent.

Then, as if remembering something, she hurried to her room and returned with a small, exquisitely wrapped box. She held it out to me.

Sister, this is a present for you. Congratulations on your release!

I didnt take it. I just kept eating my food.

She didnt seem to mind. With a smile, she opened the box herself.

A string of pearls lay nestled in the velvet, gleaming and opulent.

I saw them, and my vision narrowed to a pinpoint. The blood in my veins turned to ice. It felt like I was plunging into a frozen lake.

Isabelle pushed the box closer to me, her face twisting into a grotesque, triumphant sneer. Her voice was a horrifying whisper.

Whats wrong, sister? Dont you love this necklace? You loved it so much you stole it.

Now Im giving it to you. Arent you happy?

That pearl necklace was a gift from Cole to Isabelle.

It was the reason Id spent three years in hell.

After our father was killed in action, our mother took his survivor benefits and vanished, leaving me and Cole to fend for ourselves. He dropped out of high school, worked god-knows-how-many dead-end jobs before he finally scraped enough together to start his own company.

The moment he had money, he adopted Isabelle, the orphaned daughter of a business acquaintance. He brought her into our home.

I was against it at first, but Cole reasoned with me.

Shes just like us, Thea. Shes been through a tragedy. At least you have me. She has no one.

Just be generous. Its only one more plate at the table.

Thats what he said, but he treated her better than hed ever treated me. It was like he was getting a do-over, a chance to raise a sister all over again, showering her with everything he couldnt give me growing up. Jewelry, designer bags, you name it. If Isabelle wanted it, she got it. In two years, he spent millions on her.

That was the money he had bled for. I remembered the nights hed come home from business dinners, reeking of alcohol, stumbling to the bathroom to vomit until there was nothing left, only to have to go out and do it all again.

I hated seeing him waste his hard-earned money like that. I was always telling him to cut back.

Isabelle resented me for it.

She hid the pearl necklace under my pillow, then ran to Cole with tears in her eyes, telling him Id stolen it.

He exploded. He made me stand outside during a thunderstorm, demanding I confess and repent.

How could a Harrison do something like this? Dad was a soldier, a hero. Ive built my life on honesty and hard work.

His voice was like thunder itself. Who are you learning from? Are you turning into her? The woman who took the money and ran?

Have I deprived you of anything? Food? Clothes? Why would you need to steal?

I developed a fever, sobbing, pleading with him that I didnt do it. He didnt believe me.

The next day, he hired the best lawyer and took me to court.

He was my brother. My own flesh and blood. And in that courtroom, he stood as a witness for Isabelle, arguing passionately on her behalf.

The gavel fell. Three years. I was a thief.

Before I was taken away, relatives, friends, even his own lawyer, begged him not to go through with it. I was just a girl. Three years in prison would destroy me.

But Cole was unmovable. He was willing to cut ties with all of them to see me locked up.

Thea wont be destroyed. I work this hard for her. Even if she stumbles, I can support her for the rest of her life.

But she stole. She has to learn a lesson.

He visited me every month for three years. He would sit on the other side of the glass and ask if I was ready to admit I was wrong.

I never went out to see him. I just sent a message with the guards.

I didnt steal anything.

And every time, the guard would return and tell me with a sigh, Your brother doesnt believe you.

Disappointment, repeated month after month, slowly curdled into despair. I felt abandoned by the entire world. I used to have a brother who loved me. Now, I had nothing.

Seeing those pearls again, something inside me shattered. I swiped my arm across the table, sending the box flying.

The string broke on impact. The pearls scattered across the floor, rolling into the dark corners of the room with a series of soft, mocking clicks.

Isabelle froze, feigning shock. Coles face darkened instantly.

Isabelle was being kind, giving you a gift. She has already forgiven you. What is wrong with you?

I sat trembling in my chair, my face as white as a sheet.

He grabbed my arm, trying to pull me to my feet.

Do you think just because youre out you can throw a tantrum? Get on the floor, pick up every single one of those pearls, and apologize to Isabelle!

Apologize? I would rather die.

I shoved him, hard, and scrambled for the door, running out into the night.

The wind was frigid, a physical manifestation of the grief and injustice tearing at my heart. I never should have come back. If it werent for my fathers things, I would have never set foot in this house again.

I was done being framed. I was done being hurt.

Cole caught up to me quickly, his fingers digging into my wrist. His brow was furrowed in a deep, angry V.

Where do you think youre going? Three years in prison and you still havent learned to control your temper?

I ripped my arm from his grasp, my voice raw, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

She gave me that necklace out of kindness? Or was it malice? Cole, are you really so blind you cant see the difference?

I am your sister. Your real sister! You already sent me away once. What more do you want from me?

Im doing this for your own good! his voice dropped, turning cold and hard. If youre going to steal, you have to accept the punishment. How else will you ever break this habit? Am I supposed to just stand by and watch you ruin your life, let you go down the wrong path?

His words felt like a pickaxe striking my chest, carving out a hollow, empty crater where my heart used to be.

When had I ever stolen anything? In my entire life? What possible reason would I have to steal one of Isabelles endless supply of trinkets?

Why couldnt he just think? Why couldnt he believe me?

Tears of pure despair finally broke free, a three-year flood of anguish washing over me.

I gave up trying to explain.

Coles gaze fell to my shorn head, and his voice softened, a tone of reluctant surrender.

Thea, everything I do, I do with you in mind. Yes, you spent three years in prison, but Ive been preparing for your future. My company it will all be yours one day. This was just a small correction. Its nothing in the grand scheme of things.

Come home with me. Stop running away.

He took my hand again, leading me back toward the house.

I followed him numbly, the fight gone out of me. I didnt say another word.

When we walked back through the door, Isabelles eyes widened in surprise. She clearly hadnt expected Cole to bring me back after that display.

I felt nothing but bone-deep exhaustion. I retreated to my room and didnt come out.

Late that night, my door creaked open. Isabelle.

My eyes snapped open in the darkness, but I kept my breathing even, pretending to be asleep.

She tiptoed over to my bed, fumbled with my pillow, and tucked something underneath it.

I didnt move. I didnt say a word.

She was so eager, resorting to the same old trick the very day I returned.

This time, I wanted to see if my brother would finally choose to believe me.

The next morning, just as I predicted, she was in the living room, crying to Cole that I had stolen from her again.

Sister, if you liked it, you just had to ask! I already tried to give you a necklace yesterday, but you threw it away. Her voice was a perfect blend of hurt and accusation. Or do you just enjoy the thrill of stealing?

Coles face was a thundercloud. He turned to me, his jaw tight.

You just cant help yourself, can you?

My heart didnt just sink. It plummeted into a bottomless abyss.

His words were a blade, severing the last, frayed thread of family that connected us.

A bitter smile twisted my lips.

No, I said. I cant.

SLAP!

The sound cracked through the silent room. My head snapped to the side, my cheek stinging, burning. He had hit me.

The rage and disappointment in his eyes were about to spill over.

How could I have a sister like you?

I was silent for a long moment, then I touched my throbbing cheek and let out a cold, empty laugh.

I dont know. Ive been wondering how I could have a brother like you.

You! He pointed a trembling finger at me, too furious to speak.

As he raised his hand for a second time, I dropped to my knees. I lowered my head and touched it once to the floor. A final, formal gesture of farewell.

Thank you for dropping out of school to take care of me, I said, my voice devoid of all emotion. From now on, I have no brother.

I stood up, pulled the box with my fathers things from under the bed, and turned to leave.

His face was grim as he snatched the box from my hands.

These belonged to Dad. You have no right to take them!

Fine. Let him have them.

I nodded, a gesture of final acceptance, and walked away.

His voice, tight with restrained fury, followed me.

Youre an ex-con! What are you going to do without me? Starve to death?

I didnt break my stride.

Dont trouble yourself over it.

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