The door was locked and I could feel the fear start to rise in my throat. The screaming continued as I desperately tried the door again. I hadn't locked it and my little brother surely hadn't. What the hell was happening? By now the screaming inside the room had turned into sobbing. The poor lad was scared out of his wits. "Please hurry. PLEASE" I didn't know what to do. I felt sick. My kid brother was in danger and it was my fault. I was helpless.