My Nephew Smashed My Brand-New Car With a Baseball Bat at My Sister’s Urging – So I Taught Her a Lesson She’d Never Forget

Four months ago, I bought my dream car. A brand-new dark green CR-V, gleaming in the sun.

I’d been saving for four years, transferring money every single payday into an account I didn’t touch. I drove it off the lot on a Friday afternoon and sat in the parking lot for five minutes just breathing in the smell of it.

I’d been saving for four years.

My mom suggested celebrating with a small family gathering at my apartment. I agreed, and almost immediately regretted it, because my mom’s idea of a small gathering included Kelsey and Jeremy.

I pulled my sister aside before anyone else arrived. “I just need you to keep an eye on Jeremy tonight, Kelsey. Please. Just keep him away from the car.”

Kelsey smiled the way she does when she thinks you’re being dramatic. “How could such a good boy possibly do anything bad, Kristen?”

“I just need you to keep an eye on Jeremy tonight.”

And here’s the thing.

Jeremy was perfect that evening. Completely, unnervingly perfect.

He sat in the corner of the living room with his hands folded in his lap. He said, “Please” and “Thank you.” He didn’t touch anything that wasn’t his. I should’ve known something was wrong.