Online he called me “honey.” In person I was just “Zane's sister.” I scraped my knee—he watched me bleed on the ground and refused to carry me: “I don't carry girls who aren't my girlfriend.” I blocked him. He lost it, showed up at my dorm: “Baby, I was wrong. Punish me however you want.” Hockey finals—he scored, vaulted the boards, kissed me in front of the whole arena: “This game's for my girlfriend Callie—the one I'll protect forever.” My brother rolled his eyes. I cried.
