My brother and I were in the corner store getting some groceries, we were running low with only kale, mayonnaise, orange juice, and cheese left in the fridge.

As I was grabbing some kraft dinner when this guy in a leather jacket walked up to me-no he stormed up to me, leaned in, and spat in my face

“I saw what you did last night and I’ve told everyone.”

“What?” I asked confused.

Two police men came up behind me and put me in handcuffs

“What the hell?! get off me!” I struggled but it was no use. My brother came to my defense

“What the hell are you doing to my sister?” He asked astonished and a bit aggressive

“Your sister was seen last night hiding a dead body,” said one of the police holding me

My brother scoffed “yeah right, you lying piece of shit. My sister would never-”

The policeman pushed my brother off

“That remains to be seen, until then we question her.”

My brother was finally allowed to come and see me, I was pacing the cell when I saw him coming down the hall. When he got to my door he looked devastated.

“How could you?” He whispered

“What are you-” I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

“They saw you, on a security camera. They showed me the tape”

“You don’t actually think I killed som-“

“I SAW YOU!” He shouted banging the door, I backed away. I didn’t recognize him, he’s never got this mad at me “you think I wouldn’t recognize my sister?!”

“NO!” I shouted back, “I just thought you would know me well enough to know that I would never kill somebody!” I said tears running down my face.

He stormed off. I sat on the floor crying. Through my tears, I saw something white on the gray stone floor. I crawled towards it, it was I piece of paper.

I opened it and recognized my brother's handwriting, I wiped away my tears so I could see more clearly sniffing, it had only two words,

play along.

Play along? What was that supposed to mean? I sat there brainstorming. My brother and I live together, he went out last night. I was home studying, he had said that he went to his boyfriend's house, but what if.

I asked if I could make a call, I called Leo (my brother's boyfriend)

“Leo hi,”

“Holy shit! why are you in jail”

“Long story,” I said hurriedly “I just need you to tell me, was Andrew at your house last night?”

“What, no, I asked him to come over but he said that you guys were having like a sibling night or something”

Silence

“Gabby? Gabby are you there?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m here. Listen I’ve got to go”

“Ok but-“ I hung up

There’s no way, it can’t be. But why would my brother lie? Theirs no way, my brother would never. The next day he came to visit, I had to ask him.

“Where were you the other night?” I whispered

“At Leo’s, I told you”

“No you weren’t, I called him, he said you weren’t there,” I said in a shaking voice still whispering into the phone looking straight into his eyes

He looked shocked,

“Right I meant-“

“Don’t lie” I said tears brimming in my eyes? “tell me the truth, where were you?”

He said also whispering “I- don’t worry I get us out of this. I just need-“

“God damn it, Andrew, Did you kill that person?” Trying to stay quiet

“I-”

“Did you?”

He put down the phone that he was using to talk to me, and walked away.

I sat on my bed in my cell, I can’t believe it. My brother is a murderer.