My little brother was always a huge dick to me. My parents would spoil him and
treat me like crap. They would go out, not tell me they were leaving, and buy
him things, but rarely for me. He would gloat about it constantly. If I ever
lost my temper and hit him, he would run crying to my parents and they would
beat me. While they beat me, he would watch from 10ft away, make faces and
laugh.

One day I came home from school and saw they had gotten him a puppy. I've
always been a huge animal lover and wanted some sort of pet - but especially a
dog - as long as I can remember. He would never let me play with him and kept
him in his room. A few days later, the puppy died after drinking from an
antifreeze laden water bowl. I'll never forget the look on his face when he
came home and saw the puppy laying on the floor.