I waited for hours hiding in the back of the house. I heard a noise and ventured to go check it out. As I head towards the ladder I spotted my big gnarly brother going up the ladder on the other side. He spotted me. He gave me a menacing look and came towards me. He descended and punched the shit out of me. I just felt ton of bricks pound my face time and time again.
I started oozing, my face felt swollen and tears ran down my eyes. I had no idea why he’d do that. He tossed me and I fell down onto the ground hard, the dust sputtered everywhere.
“What are you doing here?”
“I left school early.” Tears kept running down my face.
That was all he told me before deciding to leave. My big ass brother of 8 years difference. I got mad, wished I would have grabbed a metal pipe or a log and just hit him across the head as she walked away, but I was just a scrawny twig compared to him. It took me many years to finally understand what had transpired that day. And when I did I laughed my ass off because I held a grudge for so long. Even into my adulthood my brother felt guilty for the way he treated us as children, but it was my extreme grudge holding ability that probably made him feel that way.
And there it was, the whole situation made sense. I laughed as an older man as I realized that he beat the shit out of me so I wouldn’t tell mom because he, just like me had ditched class. I don’t think he had assaulted another kid, but nonetheless he was messing up and I had caught him. He wasn’t even interested in the reason as to why I had ditched, he thought that I had been released home early. It was only until we were much older, drinking a few beers, that we discussed it thoroughly.
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