it started with him being late. if you don't get out within the first 2 minutes, you're stuck for 30. now, i know thats not really all his fault, so i let it slide. it pissed me off, but i gave him a break. asked him (somewhat angrily) why he was late, and all he said (read: yelled like a bitch) was "i called you from such and such's phone, you probably didn't want to answer it like that time you didn't want to answer moms phone and i missed my soccer game" (this incident was well over five years ago, and i didn't not want to pick it up, i just missed it and it was an old phone that didn't show missed calls) then when a kid stepped in front of me at a light my brother started yelling things at him and the kids waiting to cross (the guy made an honest mistake and it wasn't a big deal, i was already braking anyways), by this point i was starting to get a bit...cooked. about halfway home he puts his ipod on. not so loud that its drowning out the radio, but loud enough that i can just barely hear it and it was distracting me. so, i asked him to please turn it down a little bit, not a hint of anger or annoyance in my voice whatsoever. this is when the shit hit the fan.
out of nowhere he says, "you pathetic piece of shit, shut the fuck up. its not distracting you at all. you just want it to be distracting so i have to listen to your shitty ass music. (wtf? what kind of reasoning is that?)"
i was so pissed off i wanted that i wanted to kill him. i told him to shut the fuck up or get out of my car. instead, he responds "i hope you fucking die. i hope you crash your car and fucking die you asshole. i really mean that." bad idea.
i drove another mile to the back streets, called my mother to let her know that he was pissing me off too much for me to safely take him home, and so i was leaving him at such and such place. of course she didn't like this, so she demanded that i put him on the phone. first he says, "i'm not talking to her" so i tell her that, and then wait for a few seconds, then tell him that she said if he doesn't talk to her he's grounded for the duration of christmas break (two weeks, starts tommorow). he talks to her. i don't quite remember what he said, because i was concentrating on the road (one of the busier ones on my way home), but it was basically a reiteration of what he said to me. this was the last straw. i just could not take his shit anymore.
i pulled over at the first place i could. and told him to get the fuck out of my car. he wouldn't, so i got out to pull him out. bad idea. i had neglected the fact that my car has the push lock thingy's at the bottom of the window, and that if you hold those down, you can effectively stop the locks (he did it to both doors). i had also left my phone in the car. so i waited for around two minutes, getting angrier and angrier by the second. eventually he took his hand away from the drivers side, and i opened the door. and proceeded to kick his fucking ass. nothing to the face, mind you, because anything that could leave a mark would get me in trouble. i punched him. i choked him. hard. i squeezed every pressure point i could find until he was on the brink of tears. i kidney punched him, knocked the wind out of him, made him cry like a bitch. didn't think i could do that to a guy without a lot more effort. then i pushed him out of the car. thats when he spit on me. i could have flown off the handle here, but i didn't. it was more ammo. now he has to clean both the inside and outside of my car to my satisfaction (he spit on my window and threw a dirty ass milkshake he found on the side of the road at it too.), and i'm not in the slightest bit of trouble.
my mom was 20 minutes away christmas shopping and she had to leave suddenly to come get him. she's siding with me and is fucking livid at him.
my dad just got home, and from the sound of it, he's pissed at him too.
edit: i didn't abandon him. he walked off. i waited for my mother to drive up. he technically left of his own will. besides, i'm not a legal adult, and he's only two years younger than me, so legally i'm clear. besides, i don't live in goddamn st. louis. i dropped him off about a mile and a half away from the house in the best area of town. he was fine. he's out there alone all the time when he goes on his runs.
Last edited by Ender2309 (2007-12-20 16:07:48)