No Mercy For The Betrayer

I was murdered on a Tuesday.

It wasn't a quick death, and it wasn't by a stranger.

My own brother, Matthew, stood by while his girlfriend, Sabrina, and her boyfriend, Anthony, took their time ending my life in a derelict motel room.

Why? Because I got back the $100,000 Sabrina scammed from my foolish brother, and they called it "harassment."

After I was gone, Matthew even helped them get reduced charges, painting them as victims.

The cold betrayal broke something in me forever.

Then, I woke up.

It was the exact day Matthew first came to me, tears streaming, confessing Sabrina had scammed him out of $100,000.

Echoes of the past, a chilling sense of impossible repetition.

I watched him cry, his words a perfect replay, and a cold, solid rage settled in my chest.

This time, I wouldn't save him.

I would make them all pay, in a way they could never imagine.