"Little brother, you need to hurry up." A tall blond man said as he continued to walk. His little brother was walking behind him, carrying a ton of boxes, all of them full of things his brother had purchased. He glared between a small crack that he was using to see. He hated his older brother, especially since he always ended up doing slave work for him.
The older blonde got a phone call and started bouncing with excitement. "Fratello, how are you?" He said as he answered the phone. It was the middle brother. The youngest heard yelling over the phone and smirked a bit. His older brother was always getting yelled at, unfortunately, he let out all of his pent up rage on his littlest brother.
"Oh, let's go into this store here." The oldest commanded. He rushed into a store with some of the top fashion designs from around the world. The little brother let out a small sigh before walking into the store. As soon as he squeezed through the door, all of the boxes came tumbling down.
"What have you done, you little parasite?!" The elder brother glared and screamed. The little brother sat on the ground, trying to gather up the boxes. He wasn't fast enough though. The older brother kicked him hard in the side, making him roll on the ground in pain. "If you broke anything I swear to god I will lock you in the basement you little fucking disgrace." The older brother glared hard. A large crowd was forming around them. People just sat and stared at the young boy. He couldn't describe the feeling. He was ashamed and embarrassed, but most of all, he was angry. Angry at them for just standing there and staring at him like he was some animal in the zoo.
"Clean this up before you cough up blood on this nice floor." The taller brother said as he adjusted his sunglasses. The little brother barely managed to get up a bit. He paused as he was trying to get up. A sharp pain shot through him from the kick. He was frozen in pain. "Did you not hear me? I said, PICK UP THIS MESS." The older brother kicking the little brother in the back of the head with his boot. The little brother let out a loud cry in pain. He couldn't see anything. His vision was so blurry and he couldn't focus. The deep, throbbing pain was beginning to set in as he stared at the floor. The room was spinning quickly. It wasn't long before the young boy passed out.
"You worthless piece of shit. You shouldn't be alive right now you waist of life." The older brother muttered. He went around and picked up all of the boxes, stacking them neatly by his brothers unconscious body. "You can carry those home when you wake up." The tall blonde glared at his brother. Without even worrying, he continued on with his shopping. After about an hour, the little brother finally started to wake up.
"It's about fucking time. Carry these home worthless piece of shit." The older brother said as he cleaned off his sunglasses. The little brother barely opened his eyes and glared up. It was finally time, he had finally had enough. He stood up and looked his brother in the eyes. "Oh, so now it is time for you to stand up for yourself?" The elder smirked. "Face it, you are nothing and that is all you ever will be... just a pile of nothing." He laughed loudly as he kicked at his brother again. However, the little brother was prepared. He grabbed the leg and twisted it hard.
"L-Let go of me!" The older brother yelled in pain. He kicked his leg frantically, trying to get it free from his brother. The little one wasn't giving up so easily though. He swung his own leg while holding his brothers, placing a firm kick right to his crotch. The older brother went pale and yelled in pain. His hands went down to his pants and he screamed some more. The little brother dropped the leg and glared at his brother, who was currently on the floor. He smirked and kicked the boxes over, spreading them around and breaking the contents inside.
"W-What the hell do you think you are d-doing?" The elder brother yelled. The little brother continued on his rampage until it was all destroyed. He smiled at the work he had done and left the store with newly found self confidence. He was no longer going to take the shit from his older brother. It only took him a few hours to pack away every item that he possessed and leave his old home for good. He walked to a different small town. It wasn't much, but it would do. He found a nice little apartment, however, someone already owned it. That was no problem for the young man. He waited until the owner came home and slit his throat as he slept. It was the first time he had killed anyone, and it wouldn't be the last. There was a new town, full of new victims and no older brothers to order him around. He was on his own, and he couldn't be happier.