My True Life Story

Drama With The Ex

When school started back on Monday my ex was no where to be seen, I didn't think too much of it and I carried on like usual. Everyone some how knew about the break up though and was saying nasty things like she didn't really mean to go out with me and I deserve to be alone.

A couple days past and people were still saying things. I saw my ex sitting in her usual spot at lunch and I walked up to her and asked if we could talk and she agreed. I sat beside her and asked how she was and she said okay and then I asked, "were you seeing someone else and did you only say yes to me because you felt bad?" she looked at me and said, "yes I was seeing someone else but not until I broke things off with you and no I didn't say yes to you just because I felt bad, why do you ask?" and I replied, "I just had to hear it from you as that is what everyone has been telling me and I didn't want to believe it until I spoke with you." she thanked me for coming forward and asking her before believing the rumours everyone was saying and asked if we could still be friends. I said yes as we were friends before and didn't see a reason to why we couldn't be now.... Right?

Her brother went to walk past and saw me sitting with her and he walked up to me and grabbed me by the shirt and picked me up saying, "I thought I told you the other day to leave her the fuck alone!" she got up and told him to stop it and leave me alone. He ignored her and I said, "we were just talking but we are done now so I'll leave." she told me to stay but I didn't and after I walked away, he yelled out, "if I see you near her again you fucking faggots I'll smash your fucking head in!" I tried to ignore it and kept walking as I didn't want any issues.

My next class, my ex was there as well and she sat beside me and I asked, "are you sure that's a good idea?" she replied, "my brothers a dick head and you and I are friends so I don't see how it's not." I was happy with her response but at the same time I was worried what was going to happen when her brother found out.

It was the end of the day and she had to go a different way to me and so we said our goodbyes and went our own ways. As I was walking to the front of the school I passed her brother and he saw me and yelled out, "Fucking faggot, I'll fucking get you one day, just wait!" again, I just kept walking. I don't know what I did for him to hate me so much but apparently I did something.

As the weeks went on, I was making more friends, even with those who were mean to me on the first day of school. These sorts of friends though, I didn't hang out with outside of school as they were also bad news so I didn't hang out with them all time. It was coming up to school holidays and everyone was saying their farewells to each other including me. During the holidays I still spoke to some people from school to keep in touch which felt good.

My mother was still on break from work so I got to spend a lot of time with her which was a nice change. One day we were just sitting at the table talking while folding clothes and the phone rang, my mother answered and it was my pop on the other end of the phone and he sounded really mad and upset. My mother started to sound worried, angry and stressed. When she got off the phone I asked her what had happened and if everything was okay. Turned out, my brother had lashed out at my pop as he was still living with them and he took my pops car keys and stole my pops car and wrapped it around a pole. My pop told my mother he isn't to stay there no more and she had to go pick him up. My mother got into the car left to go get my brother.

When they got back, there was alot of arguing and my brother stormed in the house and pushed me aside into the wall and into his room, slamming the door behind him. My mother opened the door to go after him and the arguing continued and he called her a fucking slut and said if she ever went in his room again, he would kill her and he slammed the door on her fingers and she walked off crying. I didn't know what to do apart from just sit there, I mean wasn't really anything I could do.

Came to dinner time and I went to tell my brother dinner was on the table and he told me to fuck off and kill myself and slammed the door in my face. I walked off and just sat at the table and my mother went and had a go at him but didn't succeed. We sat down and ate dinner while my brother stayed in his room with the door shut. Eventually he walked out and said to us all, "you're all a bunch of fat fucks, I hope you all choke and die!" my step father went to get up and my mother stood up and told him to sit back down and ignore him. My brother walked past and hit her across the head and she got up and slapped him across the face and told him that if he ever fucking touched her again, she would punch him to the fucking ground and made sure he wouldn't get back up.

He told her to get fucked and said he was going to report her to the police for child abuse. She told him to go ahead and that she would tell them about all the death threats and how he just hit a woman. He told her to fuck off and die and walked off but as he did my step father got up and punched him right in the face and told him to get up and be a man and not just speak his words.

My brother just sat there saying he's going to the cops and all this other shit and my step father told him to shut the fuck up and fight back instead of speaking tough with no actions. My mother grabbed him and pulled him away and my brother got back up and walked back to his room and slammed the door.

Now like any normal household we all had chores we had to do to help out and so the next morning we got up to get them done, all except my brother who just sat in his room. My step father told him to get out and do the chores and my brother yelled back saying, "you fucking do it! You could lose the extra weight you fat fuck!" my room was directly beside my brothers so I heard everything that was going on. My step father stormed into my brothers room and stood directly in front of my brother and demanded for my brother to say it again to his face. My brother yelled back, "get the fuck out you fucking fat cunt!"

Next second there was a loud bang. I walked out of my room and looked at my mother who was standing in the kitchen who also looked at me puzzled. We both walked to my brothers room to find my step father holding my brother by the shirt while my brothers head had gone through the wall. My mother stormed in and separated both of them. My brother was in tears yelling, "you shoved me into the fucking wall!" my step father replied, "get fucked you lying bastard! You pushed your self back into the wall as I tried pulling you up off the fucking bed! If you're not man enough to stand face to face and say shit, don't fucking say it!" my mother told them both to stop and told my step father to get out of the room and my mother walked out behind him and closed the door as she walked out. That night, my brother was back at my nan and pops.