This morning my aunt called me to get me to call my father for her.
"What's wrong?"
"I just want you to ask your dad to call me because I don't know his phone number."
"Tia, what's wrong with Julian?"
That's when she started telling me what's been going on with my brother. I tried to remain calm, but when she started crying I knew it was bad. So, it goes like this; it's just another drama story.
My mother kicked my brother out of our home back in December. Over the most ridiculous reason, but it was much more than that. Years of my mother’s hate and my brother’s bullshit exploded in one night. I really don’t want to say much because I already wrote about it and it’s something I hate to reminisce about. You can check it out here.
Anyway, my brother has been living with my aunt for about six months and it all went well in the beginning. He had his own car to go to school in and a place to stay at. My aunt was more the generous to let my brother stay with her. But it started to fall apart after a while. He started drinking and drifting away further than he already was. I did understand a little bit why he was acting the way he did, but after a while… it got out of hand. He stopped going to school and stopped asking for permission to leave the house. He would leave whenever he wanted and came back home whenever he felt like it. Motherfucker. He would spend most of his time with his friend, Victor. They’ve been friends since they were in 5th grade and it’s been fucked since then. He stopped talking to anyone and spent his time with his “friend.” My father would call ME for advice. He just didn’t know what to do. I was getting sick of it. In fact, I am getting sick of people only talking to me when THEY feel like shit. I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING PUNCHING BAG! Talk to someone who GIVES A FUCK! WHY ME? Sorry.
So now my aunt tells me that his mother banned him from Victor’s home because he was caught doing drugs. I’ve known of my brother doing drugs, but this is the last fuckin’ straw. So, after a long talk with my aunt she finally let me go and I tried to call Dad. I called his home, but he was at work, so I called his cell, but he wouldn’t answer. I tried.
A few minutes later, my father called me and I told him everything. He knew from the short responses that I gave how pissed off I was. We talked very short and left it at that. So now… who knows. My aunt doesn’t want my brother living there anymore. She already has children of her to worry about. And she is right. I reassured her it wasn’t her fault, she tried, and now it’s up to my dad.
But now I am worried my brother is gonna throw shit about me to defend himself. My father doesn’t know I am a cutter or a pill abuser. I don’t know. All the rage I am feeling now is gonna blow up sooner or later. I just hope I don’t do anything insane.




