I (17 F) have 2 rabbits. I love these rabbits more than anything. The day before Easter, ironic I know, my brother (19 M) calls me. I'm at a friend's house, painting eggs, so I step away. He tells me not to be mad, but his dog bit my rabbits head off. I thought he was joking, he's an ass like that and I wouldn't be surprised. But he insists, so I start panicking. I'm screaming at him, scaring the hell out of everyone else in the house. He's laughing at me, says they're not actually dead, but that the dog did attack them. So my friend's dad rushes me to my house, all the while I'm hyperventilating and sobbing. My brother hangs up on me, so now I have no idea whats going on. I call my mom, she agrees to meet me at the house.

I get there and run inside, in the hallways I see bits of one of my rabbits fur, so I'm preparing myself for the worst. Going into my room, it's a total mess their bedding is all over the floor, I find one of my rabbits sitting afraid in the corner. I then find the other under the bed, looking them both over, my smallest rabbit has marks on her back from what look like claws and a tear in her ear. My other rabbit has no injuries. My mom comes, and we rush to the emergency vet. My brother calls us otw to the vet, saying that he has my rabbits and that they're fine. Obviously a lie, they're in my lap, I have no clue what he was trying to achieve by saying this. My rabbit ends up okay, but she very easily could've died. So of course, I'm absolutely livid.

Apparently what had happened was that my brother let his dog into the house without checking if the doors were closed, usually my door is closed, but this time it was left open by our cleaning lady, so when he left the dog ran in there. I don't entirely blame him for it happening. He couldn't have known my door would be open, so it wasn't on purpose. But the fact that he called me, joked about one of my rabbits being dead when she very well could've been, laughed at me, and then hung up on me has me pissed.

He later called apologizing, but to be honest I don't want to forgive him. This has happened before, he'll do something shitty to me and then I'm supposed to forgive him or move on because he "has a hard time saying sorry" so it's supposed mean something to me. But it doesn't, I'm honestly tired of it. My parents are upset, they always think I should forgive him.

The worst part is he'll never receive any sort of punishment of backlash for this, the worst he'll get is my parents lightly scolding him. It's just pisses me off, I know that saying sorry is hard for him, and he doesn't do it often. I know he feels really shitty about it, and is expressing it the best he can. I do feel kinda bad, like it was definitely an accident but just because he feels bad, I should forgive him? I'm really torn up about this, AITA for not wanting to forgive him? What should I do?