I hate you big brother! by sandstorm3636

To say that Hayden hated his stepsister Britney would be an understatement. Even before her father married his mother, each of them was aware of the other’s existence, if just barely. Hayden was one of the stars of the basketball team at school and Britney was a cheerleader and the girlfriend of the basketball team’s captain. At first Hayden’s opinion of her was nothing more than mild disinterest but after several repeat events where she would occupy the captain’s time and cause him to miss practice altogether, everyone on the team gained a genuine dislike for her.With Hayden, it blossomed into pure hatred when he was elected as the substitute captain by the rest of the team. They assigned the task of scolding the captain for abandoning his position to him. On one particular day, he had had enough and called out the captain in front of the whole team when the cheerleaders just happened to be watching. He, not so subtly, blamed the captain’s behavior on Britney before announcing that the captain would be stripped of his position if he did not dump her.

Fearing for his reputation, the captain agreed and officially broke up with Britney on the spot. She was positively livid with anger. After screaming at Hayden for several minutes, in which time she called him a multitude of swear words, she accused him of having a crush on her and of being jealous of the captain. She then quit the cheerleading team while proudly announcing that the captain had a rather small penis anyway.

Rumors about the argument spread through the school, mostly the one about Hayden having a crush on Britney. He gained a bad reputation from girls who thought it shallow of him to intentionally break up his friend’s relationship over a girl. Eventually even his own friends began to believe the rumors and stopped talking to him. He was isolated from everyone in school except for those who were introverts themselves and did not put stock in rumors. He even had to quit the basketball team.

Due to his own childish temperament, Hayden began shouting at Britney every time he saw her. He would call her a bitch and ask if she was satisfied with having ruined his life. She would, of course, shout back. Their arguments were so loud and so disruptive that their parents had to be called to the school to discipline them once. The result of which was her father and his mother deciding to date, a decision that devastated both of them.

Their fighting died down at first, out of respect for their parents. They pretended to tolerate each other; even going so far as to feign being on good terms whenever their parents took them along for what they called “family dates.” Unfortunately, this gave their parents the false impression that they were now capable of living together as a family. Hayden’s mother was poor and was always struggling to pay her rent on time. Moving in together with Britney’s father was the logical decision.

Both Britney and Hayden formed a silent truce. They would pretend to get along in their parents’ presence and they would tell no one at school that they were now living together. This worked for the most part except for the fact that Britney had no respect for Hayden’s privacy. As he was the one who moved into her house, she viewed his room and everything in it as essentially hers. She would open the lock on his door with a screwdriver whenever she felt like it and leaf through his belongings, even stealing pocket change from him upon occasion.

After having caught Britney in the act of rummaging through his room and having been hit in the head with a book when he tried to grab her, Hayden developed a habit of opening his door cautiously. He always left it locked and if it was open it was a safe bet Britney was inside. She did not care if he caught her. She assumed it was part of their truce that he not tell either of their parents.

On one particular day, he had just returned home after staying out late studying at a diner with what few friends he had. Hayden was not surprised to find his door ajar. He pushed it open slowly while peering inside. Britney was lying on his bed reading a magazine of his with her legs spread apart lazily. The room around her was a complete mess of strewn objects, several of which were broken beyond repair including a collection of music CDs of which she had snapped in half for no apparent reason.

“What are you doing?” Hayden announced his presence while shoving the door open so it banged against the wall.

Britney gasped while sitting up. “Where were you?” she responded with her own question.

“That’s none of your business,” he maintained his upset tone.

“Of course it is. Your allowance comes from my dad. Every time you go out with your friends, you should thank me for not making him cut you off or kick your fat ugly mom to the curb.”

“At least my mom has manners,” he scoffed. “What have you broken this time?”

“Nothing that you paid for yourself.” She shrugged while tossing the magazine at him. It was a swimsuit catalog he had taken home from his dentist’s waiting room.

“I had these before I moved here.” He pointed at the broken CDs.

“Well, you need better taste in music.” She showed no remorse at all.

Hayden sighed as he began to pick up his strewn belongings. He was already used to the hurricane that was Britney. She rolled off his bed and started skipping toward the door but he suddenly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back. “Hey, let me go.” She slapped him without hesitation. A look of boiling rage flashed in Hayden’s eyes as he slapped her back, much harder though. She was thrown against the door of his room and hit her head extremely hard before falling to the floor.

“What the hell?” she screamed while sitting up. She touched the back of her head and then showed him that it was slightly red with blood.

“Is that my text book?” he ignored her injury and instead pointed at one of his school books. Several pages had been torn out and crumpled up.

“I thought I’d read a little ahead of my grade so I’d know what I was in for next year. It was so boring though.”

“You know I’ll have to pay a fine for that!” Hayden shouted at her.

“You mean my dad will have to pay a fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you should take more responsibility. It’s your book so anything that happens to it while it is in your possession is your fault.”

“You’re what happened to it!” Hayden is shaking with rage.

“Like I said, it was in your care so it’s still your fault,” she argued.

Hayden clenched his fists as he tried to remain even slightly calm. He told himself that if she turned around and left his room right then, he would simply go to her father and ask him to pay the fine. She slowly rose to her feet and dusted herself off before speaking again. “I’m telling my dad you hit me,” she announced almost proudly.

At that moment, every restraint Hayden had snapped. He reached out and punched her in the nose as hard as he could. She fell over again and hit her head on the floor with a thud. She was completely unconscious. Hayden’s eyes grew wide as he realized how much trouble he was in. He quickly crossed the room and shut the door. Neither of their parents were home but he did not want them seeing what had happened if either one of them were to be early that evening.

He then sat down on his chair and ran his hand through his hair, contemplating how he was going to get out of the mess he had caused. He could foresee only one option, prevent Britney from telling her father what happened and bargain with her to keep her quiet. Not wanting her to flee from the room the moment she regained consciousness, he lifted her from the floor and laid her down on his bed. After some more thought, he got some camping twine from his closet and bound her ankles and wrists to the four posts of the bed.

By the time he was done, she had regained consciousness. “Where am I?” she groaned meekly. Hayden almost smirked when she tried to sit up but could not. He had never seen her so helpless before. “What the hell are you doing to me?” Britney tried to shout. Her voice was not as loud as normal though; probably a result of four blows to the head, front and back.

Hayden listened to her shouting without paying attention. He was still trying to figure out where he stood on finding a bargaining chip to convince her not to tell her father on him. As she continued to shout, he glanced over the destruction of his room. His rage was slowly starting to boil again. When he saw the swimsuit magazine, a different thought flashed through his mind. On the cover was an extremely attractive woman wearing the skimpiest bikini ever and she was posed in a position that was most definitely sexually suggestive, face down and butt up in the air.

Before Hayden could even try stopping himself, his voice came out in a strangely haunting tone. “You know, for a complete and utter bitch, you actually do have a pretty nice body.” He walked over to the bed and placed a hand on one of Britney’s knees. He then ran his fingers down the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of touching the fabric of her blue shorts. It was not a lie; she was as attractive as any physically fit teenage cheerleader should be. She had semi-long blonde hair with darker roots and a button nose that was red at the moment from being punched. She had a thin mouth and she liked to wear red lipstick. Her eyes were grey but she surrounded them with dark enough eye shadow that they appeared bright and reflective.

Her body was not exactly shapely like the swimsuit model’s. She had muscle on her thighs and calves from her time as a cheerleader, but she was overall thin. Most of the cheerleaders adhered to a strict diet so as not to gain unwanted fat. Even though she had quit some time ago, Britney still hung out with the same friends and kept up her normal routine.