Trouble Already Started
My brother is a jerk. He really is. What the hell made me think he'd actually be nice to me.
I went to the airport a little early to eliminate the chance of me being late so he wouldn't get mad at me. When I first saw him, I ran up to give him a nice big hug. He just stood there straight as a stick, and tapped me on the back. It was one of those I'm tapping you on the back because I don't want to hug you type of taps. I tried to ignore it and helped him with his bag. He lightened up a little when he saw my car and actually talked to me the whole time we were in it (of course, the conversation was only about the car and all the buttons and features it had).
When we got out, he looked at the car and stopped. He accused me of selling the Audi and a whole bunch of other. I explained to him that I had gotten into a car accident and then he thought I probably caused it on purpose so I could get a new car (and he wasn't joking either). Yes, of course I made a bus swerve into me and push me in the way of a pick up truck just so I could get a new car. The conclusion, giant gash in my arm, and smashed leg was just an added bonus. (I can't believe he had the nerve to say a stupid thing like that.)
We got upstairs and I showed him around and told he was going to stay in the guest room. I gave him his space and let him unpack while I put the final few beads into the prom dresses (damn girls decided to go anorexic for a week and loose a few pounds which meant I had to make a few alterations). He came down half an hour later and asked me for my car keys because he had to go meet up with the potential witness. I told him I'd be happy to drop him off but he couldn't take my car because I had to go to work (yes, I'm finally back at work at the restaurant) and I needed my car to get there.
He said he understood and told me he was going to get a cab. Two seconds later, when I was close to the door to the balcony, he pushes me through it and locks me out. What the fuck. He locked me outside on the balcony of my own apartment and stole my car. Just like the old times. When I was little, I didn't complain much about it because it wasn't that big of a deal (but mostly because that's how all my siblings treated me like that), but this was a big deal. This could've made me late for work.
I had my phone in my pocket, so I called Indy. Luckily, he was on his way back home and he offered to give me a ride to work after he got me unlocked out (if that makes any sense). I called my brother a few times once Indy got home but he didn't answer. I'm going to have a lot to say to him when he gets home. I'm not five anymore. I'm twenty now, and I have a job which he could've made me late for, and he's staying in my apartment that I'm paying for (with Indy) without my parents help so he can't pull crap like this anymore. It wasn't funny when I was little, and it's not funny now either.
I just hope Mike doesn't come home when I'm at work because I don't want poor Indy to be stuck with him.
I went to the airport a little early to eliminate the chance of me being late so he wouldn't get mad at me. When I first saw him, I ran up to give him a nice big hug. He just stood there straight as a stick, and tapped me on the back. It was one of those I'm tapping you on the back because I don't want to hug you type of taps. I tried to ignore it and helped him with his bag. He lightened up a little when he saw my car and actually talked to me the whole time we were in it (of course, the conversation was only about the car and all the buttons and features it had).
When we got out, he looked at the car and stopped. He accused me of selling the Audi and a whole bunch of other. I explained to him that I had gotten into a car accident and then he thought I probably caused it on purpose so I could get a new car (and he wasn't joking either). Yes, of course I made a bus swerve into me and push me in the way of a pick up truck just so I could get a new car. The conclusion, giant gash in my arm, and smashed leg was just an added bonus. (I can't believe he had the nerve to say a stupid thing like that.)
We got upstairs and I showed him around and told he was going to stay in the guest room. I gave him his space and let him unpack while I put the final few beads into the prom dresses (damn girls decided to go anorexic for a week and loose a few pounds which meant I had to make a few alterations). He came down half an hour later and asked me for my car keys because he had to go meet up with the potential witness. I told him I'd be happy to drop him off but he couldn't take my car because I had to go to work (yes, I'm finally back at work at the restaurant) and I needed my car to get there.
He said he understood and told me he was going to get a cab. Two seconds later, when I was close to the door to the balcony, he pushes me through it and locks me out. What the fuck. He locked me outside on the balcony of my own apartment and stole my car. Just like the old times. When I was little, I didn't complain much about it because it wasn't that big of a deal (but mostly because that's how all my siblings treated me like that), but this was a big deal. This could've made me late for work.
I had my phone in my pocket, so I called Indy. Luckily, he was on his way back home and he offered to give me a ride to work after he got me unlocked out (if that makes any sense). I called my brother a few times once Indy got home but he didn't answer. I'm going to have a lot to say to him when he gets home. I'm not five anymore. I'm twenty now, and I have a job which he could've made me late for, and he's staying in my apartment that I'm paying for (with Indy) without my parents help so he can't pull crap like this anymore. It wasn't funny when I was little, and it's not funny now either.
I just hope Mike doesn't come home when I'm at work because I don't want poor Indy to be stuck with him.
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EMS737 on
Siblings let me tell I do agree with you they can be a pain in the butt I have younger ones then me they can be angels one day and the spawn of hell the next
awoods on
That is full on shitty what your bro did to you. I would have made him get a hotel room after that shit I wouldnt care if he is family. Real family will not treat you like shit.
