Russ

While growing up there was a strict no whinnying rule in my house. With mom and dad working full time we were left with several responsibilities that I am now thankful for. My brothers would constantly tell me that I was going to thank them when I got older for beating me up.


One time my brother Russ and I shared a room and he brought home the coolest pants. They had a zipper at the knee so they could transform into shorts. When he brought them into my sight he told me that these cost him a lot of money and I if I was ever caught wearing them then he would beat the crap out of me. So of course like any boy at age 13 I made a plan to steal them and wear them. The time came for my plan to go into action. My brother was going camping for 2 days and he left the pants hidden in his drawer. I don’t really know why I wanted those pants so much but I thought if he thought they were so cool then maybe so would the girls at Crescent view middle school. He headed off to camp and I was so afraid that he didn’t leave for sure that I didn’t steal them until that night. The next morning I was so scared that he was going to come home early from the camp that I was too afraid to wear them that day. I still needed to get them because I was sure some day would come that I would be able to wear to stylish pants/shorts. so the day before he came home I took them and stuffed them at the bottom of my clothes hamper because I was sure he would never look their and maybe he would by some chance forget over time that he even had these cool pants.
Well I came home from school and he of course was not home but I left them in my hamper because I wanted to wear them some day. About a week or two went by and I was in the front room out of no where my brother was running towards me and he tackled me and began hitting me in the face. I began screaming and trying to fight him off but he was 17 so my attempts were in vain. While he was beating me he was yelling (either out of rage or to get his volume over my screams) "I told you if you took my pants I would beat you!” my mom was in the other room watching with the look on her face that was telling me that I asked for it. I finally screamed at the top of my lungs "Mollie was wearing them and they smelt like pee so I put them in my hamper!” the look on his face was worth the lie. He slowly got off of me and at a snails pace walked away from me. My mom was in shock she looked at my brother told him to apologize. "Sorry" I heard in a low grumble as he walked away. I still don’t think he knows that I lied. It still puts a smile to my face when I think about this experience.