Yeah i know, another article of bitching don't like it, don't read it.
like 7 or something in the ******** morning and my brother turned on my lamp, knocked on my damn door till he woke me the ******** up. Asking where his ******** cat was.
Me: "WHAT do you want!?"
C: I want my cat.
Me: He ain't in here.
C- he is sometimes..
Me: Never for long though and he ain't in here!
C-*walks into my room*
Me- Get out
c- No.
me- GET OUT NOW!
c- No, *walks over to my dresser and grabs my cat* This cat will have to suffice.
buttonz- *says something *
c- *throws Tom-tom across the room and into me and buttonz*DON'T TELL ME TO DO THINGS! *storms out of my room all pissed*
me- You ok buttonz?
B- I just got a cat to the face.. I'm more worried about Tom-tom
Me- *looks up to see my cat sitting on the dresser, pissed off as hell cleaning himself.* He's fine. *feels around for my glasses*
B- Ok
Me- *gets up and goes to tom-tom and pets him then watches buttonz get up*
B- *gets up and walks over to join me in petting my cat*
Everything else isn't all that detailed but i know it went like this.
Me and buttonz leave the room to get breakfast, Cory is playing COD4 and mom is talking to him. I get my food and so does buttonz, we sit down and he's arguing with mom, I turn on my computer, and let it start to run. I take like 4bites of food before i start to get in on the argument. Next thing i know my cat is flying toward me AGAIN! I set my food down in a rage and shout at him to NEVER throw my cat again. He's up on his feet ready to fight and mom is up trying to stop it. We shout and I'm grabbed by mom in a hug to calm me down. She knows i won't hurt her. I get my shoes on and go into my room looking for my hoodie. Not there but Buttonz lets me use her big black one. I tell mom and buttonz i love 'em, blow cory's shitty little apology off and storm out the door as he makes a snide comment about me needing to learn to unlock the door since it was dead bolted and normally it isn't.
Head over to dad's house and knock on the damn door, but no one is there and i head back home. Walk threw the door and Cory is making more snide comments about me not walking and how i came back to beat his a**. I snap at him telling him that the s**t he's doing ain't right.
My accent comes back as i shout at him.
'MAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? I been protecting your a** since you was small!"
"You tried to poke my eye out!'
"I WAS LIKE 3!!"
mom- "two."
Ok two! You been doing s**t to me since i was small! AND I PROTECT YOU! Yeah we come home and NOTHING CHANGES! Your nice to me for like an hour and the next thing i know it's 'stupid b***h, b***h this, you can't do this, you can't do that!' THAT AIN'T RIGHT!'
'i don't care'
'WHAT THE HELL MAN!? You don't stick up for me, i protect your a**.'
'oh i protect and stand up for you.'
"I've stood up for you when people called you names."
'TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE done in the past month! Other then make my life hell!?"
then past that it's a blurr of 'you wanna make something of it?' "yeah i do!" 'then bring it"
mom butting in and i storm off to my mom and beat my wall nearly putting a hole in it. Got hugged by my mom and pulled off the wall. After a couple of minuets HE comes back. i had been talking about how i want to hurt him but i can't, I literally cat's physically hurt him. Mom leaves to get me tissues and he looms in the doorway. Talking s**t or something and i shout at him, 'i hate you, i disown you, I thought i was over it last time but i'm not!'
'you don't mean that.'
'to the ******** if i don't!'
'well... as you said 'i just can't hurt him' that means you still got feelings for me'
'I HATE YOU! And i just can't hurt people it's not me cory.'
Mom 'go on get. leave your sister alone. '
he leaves and i stay in my room as mom gives me the tissues before she leaves my room and i fold my clothes up holding my cellphone. WANTING to call the cops on him, or call someone who works for the state and let them listen to this bull s**t shouting going on in the front living room all cause 'his majesty' isn't ******** happy.
Yeah.. that's a couple hours of my life... I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE and come back to a nice peaceful house cause he gets mad at me for having friends. He gets mad at me for being 'semi normal' he insults me, calls me all kinds of names and exspects a simple 'i'm sorry' to make it all BETTER! NO IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY! Man ******** him, one of these days i'll slit his throat and never be sorry about why i did it. Or I'll poison him.. pr just make him really really sick. Either way works... Things out here aint harmless as he thinks they is.
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