Yeah...this is gonna take some explaining....
-takes deep breath-
My brother (actually half-brother) is 22 years old and lives with my grandfather. He is a parasite of the highest disorder.
He was once a nice person, but in the past few years, he fucked up so bad it makes my family ashamed. First he failed high school. Then he got into drugs and was nearly jailed over them (yeah yeah, "drugs are harmless" and he was smoking just weed, but still). Then he slowly drove into complete insanity, gaining these ridiculous delusions of persecution and started to believe that people were trying to make him fail. He eventually drove away all of his friends this way. And then he drove my cat out of the house and killed his. Yup, one day, he just snapped his cat's neck without the slightest bit of remorse.
Then after this, he impregnated a 16-year-old girl when he was 20-21. It took him over half-a-year to acknowledge his son's existence, and even after that, he didn't take any responsibility for him. The girl and her parents had to do it all theirselves. He didn't even take care of the boy once. Her parents are actually going to buy the baby from him for $8000, so he and the girl can move away to another city. It's sick, but that's what happened.
All during all this, he never got a job. He just continued to live in my grandfather's house and sucked away my parent's resources while never contributing himself. He's unkempt, dirty, a complete asshole, overweight, and is horribly narcissistic, so obviously no one wants to hire him. And yet, he never thinks that it's his problem. He always thinks that it's everyone else's fault.
Did I mention that he never got into school? Well, it took three years, but he went into college this year....only to stop going after about two months. Now the college is going to kick him out unless he comes back in like a week (I don't care about it much) or something like that.
As for me, I have a terrible relationship with him. We simply ignore each other's existence. He thinks I'm a giant pussy and a little annoying shit.
Me? I am terrified of him and always lock myself in my room when I'm at my grandfather's. I don't ever want to talk to him. I will not go into his house without my parents at my side, and I always hide behind them when they go in with me. I am that scared of him that much.
Due to school-related stuff that could be a whole thread on its own, I go to my grandfather's after school and my dad picks me up about two hours later to take us to our apartment. I go to the library, so I'm not there the full two hours, but when I am for about 20 minutes, I fear for my life. I'm scared my brother might kill me. I just lock myself in my room, and I don't dare come out till my father comes to pick me up.
And you wonder why I'm so messed-up.
Anyway, my brother would really like the key to his house's mailbox, because he's apparently getting a loan. My dad called bullshit, so he isn't giving him the key.
Today, my dad came over a little later than usual. He went into my room, and said "come on, let's go." I got my stuff ready.
I then heard something like this (it was hard to tell the words):
"OH YEAH! YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING DO THAT!?"
"I WANT THE FUCKING KEY, PAT(my father)!"
"NO! JUST FUCKING TRY, JUST FUCKING TRY!!!"
Horrified, I ran out to the hallway. My brother was standing with a metal bat in his hand, about ready to strike my father.
"I'll do it."
"NO, YOU FUCKING WONT! JUST FUCKING TRY, YOU'RE A BITCH, BRANDON! YOU'RE A FUCKING BITCH!"
They exchanged a few more heated lines, my brother still holding the baseball bat. My dad walked over to the kitchen, pulled out a massive knife (you could kill with one stab, I'm not kidding, it was around a foot long), and handed it to my brother.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO BIG AND BAD?! WELL HERE YOU GO! JUST FUCKING TRY, BRANDON! JUST FUCKING TRY!!"
I was scared witless. I have never seen my father this angry, nor my brother this willing to use violence to achieve his goal. They exchanged words a little bit more, and my dad urged me to get all my things. We went out to the car, and my brother walked outside after us. He was still holding the bat.
He gave a glare of pure hatred as we went off.
I'm scared. Oh so scared. I don't want to get hurt--my brother has hit me before--or even die. My brother is insane. And I have to go this house 5 days a week for about 45 minutes. And I can't even lock my door--I said that I locked myself in my room, but that was just an idiom. My room doesn't have a lock. My brother could come in anytime he wants, and hurt me. I'd have nowhere to run to--my parents apartment is over 3 miles away across the highway, and the phone in my grandfather's house doesn't work, so I can't call for any help. And I don't have a cellphone either, so that wouldn't work as well.
I'm scared. Oh god, I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I know my parents value me but they can't always be around to protect me...oh god I'm so scared...
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In other news, sounds like you might want to learn or start to think up some self-defense techniques. Asymmetric warfare and all.
Also, holy shit, dude.
2) Predictable, but... before I even clicked on it.
3) Get him a psychiatrist.
Also, Chagen, convince your dad to get a Taser or something.
Also, when my brother was born, my mom gave my grandfather guardian rights to him. My brother was never raised by my parents--he was raised by my mom's parents--to me, they are my grandfather and grandmother (god rest her soul)--his whole life.
Anyway, my dad's going to be picking me up today. I won't be anywhere near my brother for a few days.