So its the first summer after I graduate. I was on the edge about going to college, because I wanted to stay to help take care of my mom. Plus, due to all the emotional distress in my final year, I got into some problems with the College Placement Tests; I didn't score as high as I wanted. So I set up to retake the test in the fall and got the scores I wanted. I could start college in the following spring...but there was a problem.
My brother got his ass kicked out of his apartment after mouthing off to his roommate. So he had to move back in. The month was December - and ironically, I had just spent the day helping my oldest sister move into her boyfriend's place; apparently I was good for heavy-lifting. So I had to help BOTH of them move that day. Did he thank me? No...what he DID do, was begin a shouting match with our mother about how he doesn't want to be there, so he shouldn't have to help out with anything around the house.
So I got into college just in time...But I always came home as often as I could to take care of mom. Brother didn't like that...he kept trying to intimidate me, to force me to stop coming home. It got so bad that one night, he attacked me. And that's when I realized something...that I wasn't the little Monkey-Kid that he could push around anymore...This time...I fought back. I kicked him into a wall and punched him over and over. I broke his nose and told him that if he ever started this again, I'd break his arms.
That was about half-way through the semester. Two months later, I finished and moved back in for the summer. And of course, the idiot started it again. He fought me again. I didn't break his arms...but I shouldn't have held back as much as I did. What I did do, was take him over to the back patio and threw him off the balcony. I dragged him into the street by his ear and told him to get lost, to pack up his crap and go away. I warned him if he ever came near me or my family again, I would kill him. So he packed up and went to live with his girlfriend.
And it was at that moment where things got better...My father was upset with me for taking the authority to throw him out of the house. But judging by our respective sizes, my father knew he had no authority over me anymore. My mother on the other hand rejoiced that I got rid of that walking piece of shit. But my father was angered by my presumption...
...That's why he told me that I really had no right to. Because he revealed the great secret to me...As it turns out, I wasn't even related to any of them. I was adopted - so to speak. My parents were having a picnic up in the Hills when they overheard my infant cries. They stumbled upon me, finding me in the wreckage of what they had believed to have been an experimental hovercraft. They figured I was definitely special because of my tail - but there were no parents in sight. My father immediately began calling the police to report if anyone had lost a baby with a tail. But my mother loved me from the minute she found me - she said she knew that it was destiny to find me there. And since no one ever came looking for me, she convinced my father to adopt me and add me to the family. My siblings were too young to realize it...but I was their brother in class only.
I didn't know how I felt about this at first. My father flat out told me, that I was a stranger who had forcibly estranged his one and only son and threw him out of his house...He then told me that he was going to call my "brother" the next day, and that I was going to beg him to return. I told my father no - that being related to them was trivial. His real son turned his back on him, his wife and his daughters. And i may be the true outsider to the family - but I have claimed his family for my own, and I would protect it from every threat. Because I cared about it more than that slimy bastard ever would...
My father agreed to leave my brother out of the house till he matured a little - but my mother and I made it apparent that he would never be welcomed here again. It didn't matter much - because my father had been unemployed for about a year now, he was no longer able to afford to keep our house. And my wages didn't help as much as I had hoped. So we decided that it was time for a new beginning. We packed up all our stuff into capsules and moved. We made a capsule house up in the mountains and be self sufficient for a while.
We built a well that was fed by a nearby river. I got a new job as a lumberjack as I went to college. And I took care of both my father and my mother since. My father managed to get a new job at a clothing store - it wasn't what he deserved, but he did start to enjoy himself again. Yes...it seemed like our family would finally be okay again...
And then came the biggest and most hurtful strike against us yet...
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