So nothing really exciting is going on over here. Andrew still isn't back yet. He won't get here until Tuesday... *sigh* I miss my Bear Bear... :'(

He didn't call me last night again. I hope it's 'cause he's not avoiding me.

(Oh shut up, I know he isn't avoiding you.)<---hearing this inside my head to make me feel better

Ok, so I am going a little crazy. That's 'cause I still don't really have an f***ing job and I am bored out of my skull.

I do, however, have a new bikini that I can't wait to show Andrew and I've been working out so I have abs and a really fit body. Not only that, I've been sunbathing lately (I know, that's dangerous, I could get cancer). But soon, I will have a wicked tan so I won't be glowing in the dark anymore 'cause I'm pale like the living dead. However, tanning really does hurt... ain: I feel like a lobster.

Anyway, nothing really exciting so far. Well, unless you count last night...

Harassment. What do you do when your brother is harassing you about something that isn't your fault? He's texted your phone since 3 AM this morning doing this.

You merely dropped off a video game at 10 PM or so for him since he bugged you about getting it back to him for thirty minutes. You put it in his milk box on the porch. You're there for maybe two seconds and you're the only one getting out of the car to drop it off. Your other three friends are waiting for you. You get back in the car, your friend at the wheel drives off, and you text your brother that it's there in his milk box. He thanks you.

Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, he calls you about his dog missing. You're in the middle of Wal-Mart with your friends, minding your own business, and he calls you up asking about it. From his claims, the fence was still locked up (now this is a rickety old fence that's been up for who knows how long and you've known in the past of your brother's other dog having the ability of getting out) and its just two dogs out in the back yard while the third and newest addition is missing. You give an idea that he should check the hole under the house that is merely blocked by one brick. It's apparently still intact. The dog seems to have grown wings because of how ridiculous this situation is.

Your brother starts asking you questions, stating that you and your friends were the last people to leave the house when you visited earlier that day to drop off a friend and you're other friend was there just getting a bracelet that he left there months ago. You maybe stayed there for an hour, talking, while your brother's girlfriend and her friend are in plain sight of all of you. There was no hostility or discomfort. Finally, your brother is getting off of work and his girlfriend and her friend are leaving to pick him up with the friend you dropped off. You and your friends leave the house FIRST, not after them. They lock up and you say goodbye. That's when your brother calls you about the video game that you forgot to bring over.

You go over to your friend's house and he drops off his truck since its running on E. Your other friend shows up in his car and you ask him if he can get you to your temporary house to pick up the game and to help you drop it off. He agrees to help. Said actions are done. You drop off the game in a milk box within two seconds and leave. It seems nothing has gone awry, as far as you know. Why would you pay attention to the rickety old gate that's ten feet away from the front porch? It's too dark out to see it, and who cares? You leave.

Now your at Wal-Mart a little bit later on Parker Rd. Far away from your brother's house. You and your friends are bored and just look around and you end up getting in a pillow fight with one of your friends in the pillow aisle of the store. Goofing off. No problem, right? Until your phone rings about the disappearance of the dog. You don't have any clue to it and you've known your brother for calling the police on you three times this month already with no evidence on you doing anything. He starts pointing fingers without pointing fingers over the phone. You get fed up and say clearly that you don't have anything to do with his dog. You suggest ideas about how it could've gotten out, you show concern for its disappearance. The dog is chipped. It would be easily identifiable with the tracking devices they have out nowadays. However, your brother is still asking the same questions over and over again. He demands you tell him about what happened. You throw up your hands in cluelessness. Who knows what happened to it?

You and your friends leave Wal-Mart and drive around some more, thinking of what to do since its a Saturday night and your bored. You pass by the street your brother's house is on to a destination that your friend at the wheel randomly picks. He calls you up again and says he's getting the police involved and asks you again to tell him what happened to it. Again, you say you don't know. He gives up for now and hangs up, saying he'll call back if he finds it.

Much later, its around midnight and you and your friends go to Taco Bell on Tower, a couple blocks away from your brother's house. You guys are just getting into the drive-thru and your deciding what you want when again, your phone rings. You were just thinking about calling the cops yourself earlier and reporting harassment, but you hoped that it wouldn't get that out of hand. It's your brother, saying he called the cops. He puts a cop on the line now, who asks you questions about your address, your date of birth, and about one of your friends in the car that is being targeted for prime suspicion. The cop asks about what happened. You tell it like it was. He asks to talk to your friend that is now a prime suspect. They talk and your friend gives out his information. He talks to your other friends in the car who also give their information. Congratulations! Now you and your friends are on file for possible thievery and/or trespassing (or whatever it's called when they think you let a dog go missing)!

You eat your food, pissed off as Hell, but you and your friends try to calm down by listening to some comedy on your friends iPod. Nonetheless, you're thinking it won't get much worse than this.

At maybe 1 or so in the morning, you and the friend you live with are dropped off at your house. Goodbyes are exchanged and its a done deal. Later, when you get into bed, the friend you had dropped off at your brother's house earlier that night texts you. Are you guys alright? You text him that you want nothing to do with your assanine brother and his girlfriend ever again and that you're pissed off. He says he understands and says that they know what happened to the dog. There's supposedly a hole dug under the fence over on the other side of the house where the trashcans are. You almost yell in frustration. After all this time! What nonsense!

He wishes you a goodnight. You do the same and are now trying to get some sleep, relieved that it's over and still peeved that your brother pointed fingers and it ended up being the dog's fault after all. Not only that, you're still kind of ticked off because your brother didn't even have the guts to tell you about what really happened himself and didn't even apologize. You figure "whatever", and fall asleep.

It's three in the morning and your brother texts your phone:

"I beg u if u are family to me u will tell me wiat happened to my husky. Please. We have searched for hours and hours. I want my dog back thats all." -Actual Text

The audacity of it all! You are not awake however, but your friend is. He texts your brother:

"Hey Kade she is sleeping and we both have no idea where it is" -Actual Text

And then, that's when more harassment starts. You wake up at seven in the morning when a different friend of yours is calling to tell your friend that's with you that he has work today. He gets up and leaves to go to work. You see that your brother has texted you since 3 AM and hasn't stopped. You text him back and you two fight for an hour about who said this and who said that and what happened to his dog. He's still pointing fingers?! You're barely awake and he's harassing you again. He's still blaming you and saying that the hole under the fence is too small for her to climb under. What the fuck?! All you want is to sleep and he won't stop saying "you did this" and "you did that". There's no reasoning or compromising with him. By the time it's about over, it's about 8 AM and you can't-for the life of you-sleep. You seriously start thinking about calling the cops on him now. To Hell with family. You're done.

He finally says:

"Just do me a favor. Stay away from us for a while." -Actual Text

That cheeky, rotten, good for nothing brother!

Finally, you plan to get the matter settled once and for all and decide after your shower this morning that you we're going to charge him for harassment. When you get done though, you think for a moment just before pressing the talk button after you dial 911. Instead, you try a different approach to get the matter done. You call your kick-ass granddad up in Montana who is a guru at making peace and getting through to your hard headed brother.

You tell him the situation and after a while, he advices you to not call the cops-that'd be stooping to your brother's level-and he tells you to call your father up instead. Your father can knock sense into your brother better than anyone (besides your boyfriend, who won't get back from his family reunion until Tuesday).

Now, it's 10:30. And did you forget that your brother texted you with all smiles just 35 minutes ago, before you called your granddad?

Your brother texted you that they found the dog and gave a sorry ass apology that isn't an outright apology, saying he looked for the dog since 3:30 this morning and was just irritable. Some excuse! And that's his apology to you.

Would you call this harassment? I won't call the cops, since my granddad talked sense to me, but would you deem this as harassment? Give me your opinion on this latest assanine move. What would you do if this was your situation?

Anyway, I'm gonna go and job search (again... -_-") and see if my luck will finally change. Or do something. I know my grandfather is sending out my graduation gift and I'll be getting the twenty dollars tomorrow. I'd be able to get that one book to this one series I've been reading!

Did I mention that this dog that my brother almost lost last night killed a cat three days ago that me and Andrew were supposed to have? Just thought I'd mention it.

Sincerely,
~Pherrin

P.S. This isn't meant to be an attack towards anyone mentioned nor is it full of spite or sarcasm. I am merely asking for your opinion on what you would've done and am not asking for judgment on anyone. If you give your judgment anyway, well that's your thing; I won't stop you from expressing yourself. I am still pissed off, but not using this as an attack or to downtrodden my brother. You can hate him or like him, whether it be from this entry or not. I'm just seeing what you guys would've done so I can see from a different perspective on how maybe I could've handled the situation differently so maybe in the future I can learn something and use that to avoid any further confrontation and bull shit. I won't stoop to his level.

P.P.S. Thank you Granddad!

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