My brother just came here, banging on the door at around 2:45AM, I let him in though I really didn’t want to, and although he said he was here to grab his things, it didn’t sit right with me. He kept grabbing things from his old room as if he had just discovered them for the first time.
That raised so many red flags in my head, so I asked “Whose stuff is that?”
With a glaring look in his eye, he said “Mine.”
“Don’t f****** look at me like that.”
That set me off, I stood closer to him, at first trying to remove him from the room, one false move from him and I was set off like a roaring vehicle.
I started wailing into his head with my fist, yelling with each punch “Get. The. F***. Out. Of. My. F******. House!”
He didn’t even try to fight back, he just took the punches like a beat dog, and after awhile, he began to push my hands away to get me to stop.
I woke up my siblings with that, and my father too.
My other brother who is coolheaded helped my beat brother get the rest of his things to leave.
I couldn’t look at him anymore, so I went back to my room.
As he’s leaving, he approaches my open window.
“I owe you money, huh? I’m charging you for assault you fat f***.”
And then he left.

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