I don't care that you're only 9. I don't care that your dad lets you roam around the neighborhood all day instead of being a good parent. I don't fucking care that your mom died 2 days ago from tobacco abuse. None of this is an excuse for you to just come in my house every day and cuss me out with words my mom would punish me for using around her and treating me like shit. I go in my room and lock my door to avoid you. My little brother and sister and you just smash it down like it doesn't matter. Learn to respect, or learn to have no respect to you. I haven't done shit to you. You weren't even abused or neglected, you just got too much freedom as a kid. You have no idea how much I want to put you through a fucking wall right now. Leave me alone. You have no right to be a dick to me in my own house. And fuck you, mom, for not doing anything about this but warning them (my little brother, sister, and him) to leave me alone every time this happens. My room is MY room. My house (well, I don't own it but I live here, and you don't) is MY house with RULES about respect. Hell, you don't even deserve to treat me like that anywhere. I'm trying to be the bigger person but when my room isn't even an escape from all of the verbal rape and physical assault (yes, they actually try to injure me for real, such as going after me with my brother's Boy Scout knife) from prepubescent children who don't even live here, I think something is wrong.



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Be a man, Elijah.


