>>185 (OP)
>bro1 is no longer able to function at school due to his injury
>bro1 has no other option than to come back home
>bro1 can't go back to the room that he had lived nearly two decades in, due to my father staying back there
>bro1 sleeps in the basement
>bro1 does nothing but sit around, playing video games and watching tv
>bro1 finally manages to get a job at a local farm
>bro1 comes into my room at ten o'clock at night
Keep in mind, I was kinda young at this point, so I was already trying to get to sleep.
>bro1 asks about his knife, the one he has for work
>tell him I don't know anything about it
And, as far as I knew for some years, this was the end of it. However
>bro1 confronts my father in his room
>bro1 accuses my father of molesting and promptly assails him
>bro2 comes to the rescue
>father doesn't call the cops
I assume some time passes
>bro1 asks to talk to my father in the basement
>bro1 assails him again
>bro1 gets his ass handed to him
>father files restraining order
>father moves back in with his father
>bro1 is completely out of his mind
>bro1 apparently becomes abusive, at least I've been told as much
>bro1 attempts suicide by crashing his car into someone else's
>bor1's attempt fails
I'd like it to be known that some time has passed since dad had moved out.
>mother doesn't want to take responsibilty for him, as he's apparently been causing trouble for her too
>father takes him in
>no trouble for some time
I suppose it may be obvious that my parents were getting divorced at this time, but for those who couldn't put it together.
Regardless, this was how the story ended for some time, I didn't talk to my father or oldest brother (bro1) for some time and my older brother (bro2) was going to college. This is until, my mother remarried, at which point I decided I'd visit my father. We moved in with my stepfather, the house is pretty big. However, I couldn't be afforded my own room, so I have to share a room with bro2. I had been visiting my father for nearly a year, at which point
>am woken up at four in the morning
>mother and stepdad
>boys, we've got some terrible news..
I always wondered how I would react to news like this, but the first thing that came to mind was if it was just a dream or not. At two o'clock in the morning, my oldest brother had come into my fathers room and murdered him. It's not clear what exactly happened, and I'd prefer to not know, but it is known that by the end of it he had tossed my father down the stairs. Being the retard he is, he called the police on himself and admitted to his crime. My mother had to be called, since no one knew who his dentist was. They needed the dentist to make sure it was my dad.