My Little Thoughts

Like The Dogs

I was heading to bed now, but my nieces yet again just busted into my room, or living room, whatever they don't seem to able to make up their damn minds. When it's dirty its my room, but then when they have nothing to do it's the living room and I gave no right to tell anyone to get out.
I was comfortably watching a movie on my lap top with my three dogs at my feet on my bed like always and then my stupid idiotic brother I despise but have to share a "room" with stomps in and like he didn't just cut my finger with MY bracelet that my niece STOLE from my bag he starts to rant about the dogs in MY bed NOT his.
"Take the dogs outside right now or I'll kick them out for you!"
I don't respond.
"Hey! Take them outside now!"
"No. They sleep with me not you so shut up"
I bark at him and he sort of leans backward.
He quickly walks up to Brandie and grabs her neck and throws her outside like a rag doll. Thankfully she doesn't get hurt. But as if just throwing her outside wasn't enough he takes hold of my Chihuahua Boy from the throat and threw him outside too, HE did cry.. And I know it's petty but NO ONE hurts Boy and gets away with it.
Lucky for me it's night and everyone is asleep except my dumbass brother, and me.
I grabbed my knife and slit his throat. In shock he was still moving so I pushed him outside into the backyard and called Brandie and Boy inside. "Sleep like the dogs you filthy piece of shit." I said and slammed the door in his fallen, shaking body. And slept deeply that night. I dram I was Brandie and then Boy and felt how he threw me, I awoke to a shriek and saw my sister against the house staring at my dead brother. I pretended fear shock and disbelief but inside my dream had let me know he more than deserved it.