by Richard Norway
He was only 17 years old, but Erick knew that he couldn’t take
anymore. He had felt his resolve growing the older he got. He had
grown in the last three years to his 6’-1” stature and at 185
pounds, he knew that he could finally stand up for himself. His only
fear over the last year had been that he needed the courage inside
of himself to go with his outward physical strength.
He wasn’t sure that he had it yet when his older brother entered his
room, scowling. Scott had been away at college and was expected home
for the Christmas holidays, but not this early.
“You son of a bitch!” Scott screamed as he slammed the door behind
him. “What gives you the fucking right?”
Erick clambered back on the bed away from his brother, hitting his
head on the oak headboard, clutching his chest, the old fears
“Just shut up! I gave you specific instructions, you little dipshit.”
Erick didn’t respond right away, looking at the fury in his
“Scott, I’m not so little anymore.”
Scott stopped his forward movement and looked at his brother. He
looked for a long time, not speaking, starring at his brother.
“Yeah, I see that you’ve finally grown up. But what gave you the
right?” Scott finally demanded.
Erick shuffled down from the headboard to sit cross legged in the
middle of the bed. Looking at his brother, Erick felt that it was
“Scott. You get the couch in the family room. This is my room now.
And I changed it the way I want it.”
Scott looked at his brother and smiled.
“Bout time you got some balls.” Scott said smiling. “I think you
need a wedgie.”
Erick narrowed his eyelids and stared at Scott, trying to hide his
“Just try it, asshole.”