I was browsing a random forum and found an...unsettling bit of news that one of the forum members shared today.

"Yeah. I have the type of brother that likes to keep bugging me nonstop, just to see how mad I get. I can see his reasoning, if he was younger than me, but he's sixteen. Today, he found a story that I wrote for school when I was about six. He found it while I was at football practice and I guess he sat around and waited for me to get home with it, because once he saw me walk in the house, he ran and got it. Anyway, he started to read it to me and I told him to stop multiple times. When that didn't work, I refrained from beating the living crap out of him by telling my mom he was annoying the hell out of me. When she tried to stop him, she tried once, and then went back to watching whatever show she was watching. So my brother kept on with telling me how much he wanted to read the whole story I wrote, and I kept telling him to stop. Unfortunately, I didn't have a good day at school today so I was in a really bad mood, so finally I just decided to push him. He got all mad and looked at me like a penis was growing out of my forhead. He started to (attempt to) hurt me and so I knocked him down and told him to stop. I got off of him (mainly because he started to scream and pull my hair) and he quickly ran to the kitchen counter. I wasn't really sure what he was doing until I saw him grabbing the big wooden thing that you put the kitchen knives in, I think its called a sheath. So he pulled out the biggest knife and started to run at me. Calmly, I lifted up my shirt and told him that I dared him to stab me (I've been in this position before). This whole brawl was really loud, and my dad was asleep. Now my dad always favored my brother so he runs out of his room and immediatly runs at me. He hit me pretty hard and my brother took off running. My mom was yelling that someone has to clean up some kind of mess, and my dad was, I guess, loving the fact that he is able to knock down his fourteen year old son. Then I called my dad an idiot for hitting me, and he hit me again. I told him "Come on tough guy, knock me out" and he just started to swear, as he walked back into his room.


So yeah, just thought I'd share that with you all."

Basically, big bro doesn't respect privacy at all, and dad attacks his younger son out of favoritism despite his older son having a giant kitchen knife in his hand. Messed up? Yes.

What would you do?

~Wark.