My younger brother's new girlfriend practically kicked me out of my own car. "This car is going to be my property one day. If you don't take care of it, you don't deserve to drive it." Left stranded in the pouring rain, soaking wet and humiliated, I watched them drive away. Then, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911 without a second thought. "Hello, police? I've just been carjacked." 01 I recently closed a massive deal at work. To reward myself, I bought a Porsche. During a family dinner, I pulled out the keys to share my excitement. My parents immediately praised my hard work. I was just about to say something when my younger brother's new girlfriend, Mia, inexplicably lost her mind. She stood up, slamming her hands on the table, and aggressively interrogated me: "Did you get permission from me and Liam before you bought that car? Did we authorize you to blow money like that?!" I was completely dumbfounded. I couldn't fathom why I needed her permission to spend my own hard-earned money on a car. But, out of respect for my brother, I patiently explained: "I was in a great mood, so it was a bit of an impulse buy. Besides, I used my own money, not my parents', so I didn't think I needed to announce it." "But hey, if you guys like the car, you're welcome to borrow it sometime." I thought my explanation would calm her down. Instead, she looked at me with pure disdain. "Don't use our own money to pretend you're doing us a favor." "You're an unmarried woman, what 'own money' do you possibly have?! Let me make this clear: from now on, every single cent you spend has to be approved by me and Liam!" The moment that bizarre, delusional statement left her mouth, the mood at the table instantly soured. To be honest, none of us were thrilled about my brother's new girlfriend to begin with. But since Liam seemed so infatuated with her, we kept our mouths shut. I never expected her to be this astronomically delusional. I guess I really gave her too much leeway. 02 I was so angry I actually laughed. I shot back without hesitation: "And on what grounds exactly? You can't just make insane rules without logic. Or is sheer audacity your only qualification?" She let out a cold scoff, looking down her nose at me. "You're the audacious one. I'll tell you exactly on what grounds. Liam is the future head of this household, which means the two of us have absolute authority over you." "Every single penny you earn right now belongs to this family. When you eventually get married, you're leaving it all behind for us anyway. So yes, Liam and I have the right to manage you." Hearing her spew such ridiculous, archaic nonsense immediately reminded me of a viral internet quote. Some people are actually mildly intellectually disabled, but because they can dress and feed themselves, society just hasn't noticed yet. It was glaringly obvious that Mia fell into that category. Reaching that conclusion, I gave up trying to reason with her. I leaned back in my chair, looked at my parents and Liam, and asked: "Is this how our family operates?" My parents' faces had already darkened the moment the argument started. Hearing my question, my mom looked directly at Mia and set the record straight: "Mia, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but our family has never operated that way. We don't subscribe to that patriarchal nonsense. In our hearts, our daughter and our son are equally important." "After Chloe graduated, she hasn't taken a single dime from us. All her assets are entirely self-made. As for Liam, our plan is the exact same. Once he graduates, we're cutting him off financially." "And as for the money my husband and I have saved? We have our health and our freedom. We're going to spend it on ourselves. You don't need to worry about our bank accounts." My mom's response was exactly what I expected. After all, my parents truly raised us as equals. They never favored the son over the daughter. And as for their wealth? I never expected a cent of it. Mia, however, looked like she was about to explode. She angrily pointed a finger at my parents: "I have never met parents like you! You have so much money, why wouldn't you give it to us?! Are you planning to take it to the grave?!" "You better think carefully before you speak. Otherwise, when you're old and decrepit, don't expect Liam and me to take care of you. We won't put you in a nursing home, we'll just leave you to rot!" My parents and I exchanged a look, struggling to hold back our laughter. She was genuinely hilarious. Threatening parents with a net worth over a hundred million dollars with elder neglect? Seeing that my parents only offered her looks of sheer contempt and didn't take her threats seriously at all, she grew furious. Panicking, she turned on my brother: "Liam, say something! Didn't you say you loved me more than anything? Your family is bullying me, you have to defend me!" At her demand, my parents and I simultaneously turned our gaze to Liam. 03 Liam had always been incredibly passive and cowardly. Faced with this standoff, he looked terrified, almost on the verge of tears. His voice choked up as he looked at us, pleading: "Can you guys please stop fighting? Please, I'm begging you!" "It's all my fault. If you're mad, just yell at me instead." Liam had been a spineless pushover since childhood. My parents and I had always been frustrated by his cowardice. But he was family. Seeing him so distressed still softened our hearts a little. My dad, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up: "Alright. We're done discussing this." My dad rarely lost his temper, but he commanded absolute authority in the house. Mia was clearly intimidated. Despite looking furious and unwilling, she clamped her mouth shut. Liam spent the rest of dinner practically groveling to coax her. Finally, he pulled her outside for a private, whispered conversation. When they returned, her expression had marginally improved. In the end, she looked at me like a benevolent queen granting mercy: "Fine. I'll let this go out of respect for Liam." "But I am absolutely forbidding you from wasting money like that again. If you do, I will never forgive you." Hilarious. Like I needed her forgiveness? I was just about to rip into her when I saw my brother shooting me a desperate, pleading look. Thinking about the fact that we had grown up together, I ultimately bit my tongue. But toward this brother, whose only priority was coddling his delusional girlfriend... My heart turned completely cold. I realized it was time to seriously reevaluate our sibling relationship. 04 For the next few months, I didn't initiate contact with Liam once. When he called, my responses were brief and freezing cold. He probably felt guilty. On one of my rare weekends off, he asked me to meet up. He said he wanted to treat me to lunch and properly apologize. It had been months, and my anger had mostly subsided. I figured if he was willing to offer a sincere apology, I could probably forgive him. Furthermore, I wanted to use this meeting to gently advise him to reconsider his relationship with Mia. After all, our entire family unanimously agreed that Mia was fundamentally toxic. But to my utter shock, he showed up with Mia in tow. It seemed they were already at the attached-at-the-hip stage of codependency. So, I swallowed the advice I had prepared. I was his sister, not his mother. When I saw Liam, he was acting incredibly submissive and eager to please. It seemed he genuinely knew he messed up. He even brought a gift to apologize. And he bought my favorite boba tea order. "Chloe, please don't be mad anymore. No matter what happens, we're blood. We'll always be closest." Mia, standing next to him, looked sour, but surprisingly didn't say a word. Since he was my biological brother, I ultimately let it go. The meal was painfully awkward, filled with stilted, forced conversation. After we finished and I was preparing to drive them home, Liam asked if he could test-drive my new Porsche. I was feeling a bit exhausted anyway and didn't feel like driving, so I tossed Liam the keys and climbed into the back seat. I was used to being chauffeured around anyway, so the back seat felt natural. Right then, I heard Mia mutter under her breath: "At least she has some basic self-awareness. She wasn't totally insufferable today." I was so used to her room-temperature IQ that I couldn't be bothered to argue. Fighting with her would just make me look stupid by association. I kept my head down, quietly sipping the boba tea Liam bought me. But the car hadn't gone far before Liam, due to his sheer lack of driving experience, violently slammed on the brakes. Completely caught off guard, the boba tea launched out of my hands and flipped upside down. A thick mix of cheese foam and fruit tea splattered all over the leather seats, creating a massive, sticky disaster. I felt a sharp pang of regret for the car—it was basically brand new. But I couldn't bring myself to yell at Liam. As long as everyone was safe, that was what mattered. I was just about to ask if they were okay. But the second the car stopped, Liam whipped his head around, his face dark with anger. I thought he was feeling guilty for his terrible driving. I quickly tried to comfort him: "It's fine, it's fine! It's just boba. I'll just take it to a detailer later." To my absolute shock, Liam started attacking me: "Chloe, seriously?! You're a grown adult, how can you not even hold a cup of boba?!" "You completely ruined such an expensive car!" "Do you have any idea how much genuine leather seats cost?!" He didn't mention a single word about his atrocious, reckless driving. He didn't even ask if I was hurt from the sudden stop. He just blamed me for the entire thing. I was just gearing up to tear him a new one when Mia, hearing the commotion, snapped her head back to look. Seeing the sticky mess, her face turned pitch black. She shrieked, threw her door open, yanked my door open, and grabbed me by the collar, violently dragging me out of the car. While dragging me, she started screaming obscenities: "You fucking useless parasite! You don't deserve my pity! I graciously allowed you to drive the car for a few days, and you ruin it like this?!" "This car is worth more than your pathetic life, and you got it dirty! Either get the fuck out of this car right now, or get on your hands and knees and lick the boba clean!" I forcefully shoved her hands off me and yelled back: "Are you psychotic?! It's my own car! If it gets dirty, what the hell does it have to do with you?!" Mia went completely unhinged: "What do you mean your car?! Liam already told me! You're only driving it temporarily. This car belongs to us!" "Besides, you're just a woman who barely graduated. Unless you're selling your body, there's no way you afford this! Your parents obviously bought it for you! You guys conspired to lie to us, do you think we're brain-dead?!" "This car is going to be my property! You don't deserve to drive it anymore! Get out!" Hearing that deranged rant, I realized they must have planned this narrative behind my back. I turned to Liam: "Liam, did you tell her that?" Liam maintained his pathetic, cowardly posture, but the words leaving his mouth were absolutely vile: "Chloe, Mia isn't exactly wrong. What kind of family lets the daughter drive a luxury sports car when the son doesn't even have one?" "Don't let all that feminist garbage online brainwash you. Mom and Dad's money and assets belong to me anyway! I'm the eldest son. The family fortune has absolutely nothing to do with you!" Hearing Liam's words, the last shred of familial affection I had for him evaporated into thin air. I was literally shaking with rage. At that exact moment, while I was distracted, Mia violently yanked me entirely out of the vehicle. Because of the force, I fell backward onto the pavement. Landing directly in a filthy, muddy puddle. She instantly jumped back into the passenger seat. As for my beloved brother? He didn't even spare me a single glance. Completely ignoring the pouring rain, he left me stranded on the side of the road and sped off. Maybe even God was laughing at my stupidity, because the rain suddenly started coming down harder. I stood in the freezing rain, watching their taillights disappear. But inside, I felt terrifyingly calm. If this is how they want to play it... then don't blame me for what happens next. I quickly found an awning to shield myself from the rain. Then I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. "Hello, police? I've just been carjacked." 05 Not long after Liam and Mia sped off, we were reunited at the local police precinct. Mia was still acting like an unhinged banshee, completely unaware of her surroundings, screaming demands at the officers: "Release us right now! We didn't break any laws! Why the hell did you arrest us?!" "I'll sue you all for police brutality! Just watch me!" The interrogating officer looked at her sternly: "You didn't break any laws? Then whose car were you driving?" Mia didn't miss a beat, answering with absolute arrogance: "My boyfriend's car, obviously! You think it's yours?!" Liam eagerly chimed in: "Exactly, officer. That car legally belongs to me." The officer didn't waste time arguing with them. He simply demanded their registration and insurance: "We received a 911 call reporting a carjacking. I assume you both understand the severity of a grand theft auto charge." "Since you both swear the car is yours, hand over the registration and proof of insurance right now." They looked at each other, suddenly completely speechless. Of course they didn't have the paperwork. The title and registration were entirely under my name. Liam's first instinct was to call me, complaining the entire time: "Fuck, is the registration expired or something?! I can't believe I have a sister like her!" Mia immediately started adding fuel to the fire: "I bet she bought it with stolen money or something illegal!" "We are totally screwed because of your psycho sister! My little brother is applying for law school! If this gives me a criminal record and ruins his background check, I will literally kill her!" Liam's call came through. My phone started ringing loudly in the precinct lobby. Holding my ringing phone, I stepped out of the waiting area. Under their completely stunned gazes, I pulled the title, registration, and insurance cards from my designer bag and handed them to the officer. "Officer, here are all the legal documents. These two individuals stole my vehicle." When they saw me, it finally clicked. "You're the one who called the cops?!" I raised an eyebrow. "Obviously. You literally stole my car and left me on the side of the road. Why wouldn't I call the cops?" Mia exploded with rage, screaming: "You vindictive bitch! You actually called the cops on us?!" Liam looked at me with an expression of profound, theatrical disappointment. "Chloe, I am so unbelievably disappointed in you." "So what if we didn't let you ride in the car?! Is that a reason to call the police on your own brother?! You..." I cut him off sharply: "Yes. It is." "Since when do you get to make decisions about my car? Is your brain physically rusting?!" "And stop calling me your sister. You two are currently suspects in a felony investigation. Don't try to play the family card with me." Seeing that I was dead serious about pressing charges, Liam finally panicked. He immediately switched tactics and started begging: "Chloe, please don't be mad! I know I messed up today, but I just really loved the car and didn't want it ruined! How about this: you apologize to us, pay for a professional interior detailing, and we'll forgive you." Hearing that, Mia chimed in, looking at me like she was granting me a royal pardon: "You better take the deal. We're already making a massive compromise. Push your luck any further, and you're going to regret it." I was so astounded by their sheer audacity I actually burst out laughing. "You want to 'forgive' me for spilling a drink in my own car, and you expect me to thank you for it? Are you both severely brain-damaged?" The officers processing the paperwork overheard the bizarre exchange and looked at the two of them with blatant disgust. "You two better get on your knees and beg her not to press charges. Otherwise, neither of you are walking out of this precinct today." Ultimately, terrified of a felony conviction, they had no choice but to swallow their pride, apologize to me, and hand the keys back. I took the keys, deliberately dangling them right in front of their faces. "Weren't you so eager to steal it earlier? Why aren't you grabbing for it now?" Their faces flashed violently between pale white and furious red. They were clearly suffocating with rage. Because of our familial relationship, the police ultimately classified the incident as a domestic dispute and allowed them to leave without formal charges. I drove my car home. They arrived in an Uber shortly after. The second Liam walked through the front door, he started whining and complaining to my parents: "Mom! Dad! Do you have any idea what Chloe did?! She actually called the cops and had me arrested!"
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