“Is this your check?” My mother texted one afternoon while I was at work. I clicked on the photo and there, clear as day, is a check with my name crossed out and his name written beside it made out to an instructor at a local gym near our house.
How dare he! I seethed, my anger rising to its boiling point. If I had superpowers, I would use it to blast that idiot that I call a brother to Kingdom Come. He had pulled stunts like this in the past where he takes something that doesn’t belong to him without asking and does whatever he wants with it. Usually, it’s devices like a camcorder or a CD player-radio, but this time, he has gone too far. Half of me wanted to call him up and give him a piece of my mind, but I remembered that I’m at the office and it would not be wise for me to get into a yelling match over the phone. Pushing my anger aside, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down as best I could.
When five o’clock rolled around, I left the office still thinking about what happened. My anger then returned with a vengeance as I pulled out my phone and dialled a familiar number. “Hello?” Came a male voice from the other end when the call was answered. “What. Did. You. Fucking. Do?” I asked through gritted teeth while making my way to the skytrain station.
“What do you mean?” My brother asked, confusion evident in his voice. If this were a scene from an animated series, my head would blow like a volcano erupting. “Quit playing dumb with me! You know perfectly well what I mean!” A scoff came from the other end as my brother gave a reply that almost made me want to reach through the phone and strangle him.
“So I took one of your checks, big deal. At least I didn’t take Mom’s.” Heaving a frustrated sigh, I pinched the bridge of my nose and said with as much patience as I can muster, “It doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t take something that doesn’t belong to you. Especially if it’s money-related.” Silence came from the other end as my brother didn’t reply.
“How would you feel if I took one of your checks without your permission and used it to pay for something that I wanted? I bet you would be as mad as I am right now.” More silence greeted me as my brother refused to respond. I then told him that I will talk to him about this some more when I get home and ended the call. As I entered the station, a nagging thought came to my mind: Did he throw the check away? If so, did he rip it up? If not, what if someone finds it and tries to cash it? What will happen then?