My brother was always cruel growing up, and I use the term "brother" very loosely. The only relationship we had, was that we both came out of the same womans vagina.

Illeya was violent, mean and angry. He had always been that way. I never got to have that overprotective brotherly relationship, because the truth of the matter, was that Illeya never cared about me that much.

He held grudges like no man could. He held onto them for dear life, and I've always known that ...