My Brother’s Behavior Toward My Girlfriend at a Wedding Went Too Far

At first, it was just heavy breathing or immediate hang-ups when she answered. Then they started leaving increasingly creepy voicemails calling her stuck up and frigid for rejecting a better option.

Some messages mentioned specific details about her work schedule and what she was wearing that day, proving someone was watching her. Victoria didn’t make the connection at first, but I recognized some of the voices as Samuel’s old friends from high school.

This group of guys still hangs around with him and basically does whatever he says because his parents give him money to throw around. When Victoria blocked those numbers, they just started calling from new ones.

Then Samuel’s friends began showing up at the hospital, pretending to be visitors but just hanging around the pediatric ward where Victoria works. They would stare at her for hours, making comments just loud enough for her to hear.

Last week, one of them followed her to her car after her night shift. She was so scared she called me crying from her car, too afraid to drive home in case they were following her.

I had to go pick her up and drive her car home while my friend followed in his car to make sure we weren’t being tailed. Victoria has started having panic attacks before her shifts and her coworkers have noticed something’s wrong.

Yesterday, I finally had enough proof to confront Samuel directly. I had recordings of the voicemails, screenshots of the texts, and security camera footage from the hospital showing his friends stalking Victoria.

I went to our parents’ house, where Samuel still lives, and showed him everything. He just sat there with this smug smirk on his face while I talked.

“He had no idea what I was talking about but maybe if Victoria wasn’t such a stuck bitch people wouldn’t feel the need to teach her a lesson.”

He looked me dead in the eyes and said. Something in me snapped when he said that and I punched him in the face.

Samuel immediately started wailing like I’d tried to kill him even though it was barely a bloody nose. Our parents came running in and of course they completely lost it at me, not at Samuel.

They didn’t even look at the evidence I was trying to show them. Mom was hysterical about her baby boy being attacked while Dad was screaming about how I’ve always been jealous of Samuel and need professional help for my anger issues.

“Victoria must have led Samuel on at dinner and was now playing the victim because she got caught flirting with him.”

When I tried to explain about the harassment, Mom actually said.

“Get out of his house and not come back until I’ve apologized to Samuel and gotten my head straight.”

Dad told me to. I’m writing this from Victoria’s apartment, where I’ve been since last night.

She’s finally fallen asleep in the other room after crying for hours because she’s terrified to go to work tomorrow. Her supervisor has been understanding so far, but Victoria is worried she’ll lose her job if this keeps escalating.

She loves working with the kids in the pediatric ward and shouldn’t have to give that up because of my psychotic brother. I just don’t know what to do anymore.

Every time I think Samuel can’t stoop any lower, he proves me wrong. Our parents are completely enabling his behavior and gaslighting both me and Victoria about what’s happening.

The police won’t do anything without more concrete evidence linking Samuel directly to the harassment. Victoria is living in fear, her job might be at risk, and my family is acting like we’re the ones causing problems.

Has anyone dealt with something like this? How do I protect Victoria while dealing with my toxic family?

Should I be doing more to document everything that’s happening? Any advice would be appreciated because I’m at my wits’ end here.

Update one: First, I want to thank everyone who commented on my original post. Reading all your responses helped me realize how serious the situation really is.

Victoria and I have been trying to follow the advice many of you gave about documenting everything and taking legal action. Unfortunately, things have only gotten worse over the past two weeks, and I need to vent about what’s been happening.

We followed the advice about going to the police. Victoria and I spent hours compiling evidence: screenshots of all the threatening texts, recordings of the voicemails, and security footage from the hospital showing Samuel’s friends lurking around.

We also had written statements from three of Victoria’s coworkers who witnessed the stalking behavior. The police officer we spoke to seemed concerned at first, especially about the workplace harassment, but then everything got complicated.

It turns out Samuel’s best friend Tyler, one of the main guys involved in harassing Victoria, is the son of a local police sergeant. When we mentioned Tyler’s name, the officer’s whole attitude changed.

He started saying that without direct proof that Samuel was orchestrating everything, there wasn’t much they could do. He suggested that maybe Victoria was misinterpreting friendly attention from guys who were just hanging around the hospital for legitimate reasons.

“If Victoria might have encouraged their attention somehow.”

He even had the nerve to ask. We asked to speak to a different officer, preferably a female officer, but they gave us the runaround.

Eventually, they said they would issue warnings to the people we could identify from the security footage, but that was the most they could do without concrete evidence of actual threats. It felt like a complete waste of time.

My parents’ reaction was even worse than I expected. The day after we went to the police, Samuel showed up at their house with a black eye, claiming I had attacked him again.

I hadn’t even seen him since the night I punched him two weeks ago, but of course my parents immediately believed him. My mom called me crying hysterically about how I was out of control and trying to destroy Samuel’s life.

She said that going to the police proved I was deliberately trying to ruin his future over a silly misunderstanding. Then my dad called; he was furious.

He threatened to cut me off financially, which would have been scary if I still depended on them. Thankfully, I have a good job in software development and my own apartment.

He also threatened to fire me from the family real estate business, forgetting that I’ve never actually worked there. That’s Samuel’s job; it really showed how they don’t even see me as my own person, just as an extension of Samuel’s life.

The real disaster happened last weekend. My mom kept calling and texting, saying they wanted to fix things as a family.

She promised that Samuel was sorry about everything and wanted to apologize to both me and Victoria. She said they had talked to him about boundaries and he understood he had been inappropriate.

After talking it over with Victoria, we decided to give them one chance to make things right. That was a huge mistake.

We arrived at my parents’ house for what was supposed to be a family dinner to patch things up. As soon as we walked in, I knew something was wrong.

The house was full of people: my parents, Samuel, our aunt and uncle who always take Samuel’s side, and worst of all, Tyler and two other guys who had been stalking Victoria at work. My mom called it a family intervention.