I gave him a cold look before turning to head back to my room. He flinched, startled by my expression, and stayed quiet for a moment. But as soon as I turned my back, he started yelling again. "You brat! Just wait until Mom and Dad get home-- I'll make sure they punish you! You're so mean. No wonder they want to sell you off to some old man!"
Later, when my parents came back, I was still in my room reading. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as my brother kicked the sliding door, knocking it off its shaky track.
"Loser! Mom and Dad are back! Let's see if you're still brave enough to cross me!" he yelled.
I put down my book and walked out to the living room, where I overheard my parents grumbling. "What kind of quack doctor can't even prescribe some medicine? He said we have to bring our son in for a checkup. Our son's too important to be dragged out for every little thing."
"Exactly! We wrote down that he was feeling unwell. What more does the doctor need? Useless," my mom added.