robbed at gunpoint
Today Andy and I were robbed at gunpoint. 4 dudes with fucking guns busted the double-paned glass door to my dad's office and came into my room first. They believed me when I said I had no money (I had a dollar and a quarter). Andy wasn't so lucky as he lost 100 dollars and his cellphone in addition to being punched in the face.
I had three guys with guns pointed at my head make me show them where Rory's money and weed was. The door to his room was locked and they told me they would kill me if I didn't open the door. Lucky for me, they were bluffing and kicked the door down. Rory's asshole friend was in there and started yelling and talking shit like "We ain't got no money; we ain't got no weed," but luckily the nextdoor neighbor had already scared the lookout and they made a break for it. That fucking retard would have probably gotten me killed if they hadn't left then.
This shit is fucked up. Andy shouldn't pay for Rory's bullshit. Rory should have been at the house and he should have gotten fucking shot by those guys. My parents are pussyfooting around; my mom says she'll make sure he has no more than 1 friend around at a time and is going to put up "no trespassing" signs but that's not going to do shit. Rory should be kicked the fuck out of this house right the fuck now. Tonight, son.
If Rory died, I wouldn't attend the motherfucker's funeral. I hate my shithead brother.
Update:
So Rory was acting like a child, being angry at my parents for telling him that something has to change. My said he told her that he wanted to kill somebody and himself. Then he threw a tantrum in his room and broke some chairs, including one my great grandmother used to own. Then my mom kicked him out of the house.
I've been being pissed at Rory and shit about this and everything he's put me through over the years, but for some reason once I finally got him out of the damn house like I wanted, I'm fucking worried about him.
I had three guys with guns pointed at my head make me show them where Rory's money and weed was. The door to his room was locked and they told me they would kill me if I didn't open the door. Lucky for me, they were bluffing and kicked the door down. Rory's asshole friend was in there and started yelling and talking shit like "We ain't got no money; we ain't got no weed," but luckily the nextdoor neighbor had already scared the lookout and they made a break for it. That fucking retard would have probably gotten me killed if they hadn't left then.
This shit is fucked up. Andy shouldn't pay for Rory's bullshit. Rory should have been at the house and he should have gotten fucking shot by those guys. My parents are pussyfooting around; my mom says she'll make sure he has no more than 1 friend around at a time and is going to put up "no trespassing" signs but that's not going to do shit. Rory should be kicked the fuck out of this house right the fuck now. Tonight, son.
If Rory died, I wouldn't attend the motherfucker's funeral. I hate my shithead brother.
Update:
So Rory was acting like a child, being angry at my parents for telling him that something has to change. My said he told her that he wanted to kill somebody and himself. Then he threw a tantrum in his room and broke some chairs, including one my great grandmother used to own. Then my mom kicked him out of the house.
I've been being pissed at Rory and shit about this and everything he's put me through over the years, but for some reason once I finally got him out of the damn house like I wanted, I'm fucking worried about him.