“What the fuck!” I screamed. I was drenched in ice water along with my bed and a good portion of my floor.
"That`s for being a Brony faggot," My brother Todd snickered. He then proceeded to launch the metal bucket at me; it missed, creating a crater in my already soaked wall. To follow his already unforgivable actions, I would find out later he had videotaped the whole thing and uploaded it to YouTube.
“Mom!" I called, hoping for at least a tiny bit of mercy from somebody. But that’s asking too much from my family.
My brother has the audacity to throw himself at my mother’s feet and cower under her.
“Mommy," he sobbed, "Trevor tried to throw a bucket of water at me and when I dodged it he yelled a bunch of curses at me and punched the wall.”
You would think my mother would see through his facade, but he was her favorite and everything he does is seen as blessing. For instance, when he broke the sliding glass door and the glass punctured my stomach. My parents thought it was some miracle, because the doctors found I had some sort of problem with my digestive system.(maybe the fact that there was fucking glass in it!)
“WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING! , my mother roared.
“Are you serious, why would I try to throw water in my own room while I’m laying down? That`s pretty much physically impossible, well at least for me.” I protested.
She walked into my door frame, giving me her ice cold glare from across the room.She looked me up and down.
She opens her mouth to say," Really, I can't believe that after putting up with your 'issues' you talk to me like that. you look pathetic with that horse, unicorn, or whatever."
"It`s a Pegasus, mom!", I returned. I registered what I just said in my head,"well that didn't sound much better you idiot." I thought angrily. In my embarrassment I turned away from her facing the drenched dent, that was now in my wall.
"Wow, you can keep your eyes plastered to the TV, those Nintendo games, and your damn computer, But if you have to look at a real person, that is too difficult. Trevor, you need to learn how to respect your parents." She howled.
I zoned out, losing any focus that i may have had on the matter. I block mothers criticisms with the thoughts of a typical daydreamer. I suddenly heard the screeches cease i turned and faced the door way. She was still there, and now knew she had my undivided attention. There was nothing I could do, I was like a deer in headlights. Any defense I threw up would be knocked down and increase the aggression of this beast I called "Mom".
Slowly i sunk back into my mind. Every single useless thought was thrown into the mental trash can. "Man these pants are small","I haven`t had Big League Chew in forever",and "Whats the temperature outside".These were all useless to my situation, suddenly i only had one idea on my mind,"Seal myself off from confrontation". Entering the fray once more with, but this time with a battle plan. I now knew what had to be done , i had to end this argument with seclusion and diligence.
As quickly as I could I slammed my door shut, hopefully breaking my mother’s toes or nose in the process. I scurried back to my bed looking of my life size Dash plushie. I had managed to keep it dry since my body caught 70% the water.Dash had been through so much in the year I've had her. My brother had decapitated rainbow Dash 2 or 3 times. Along with the executions, he had defaced her several times with marker. As the idiot he is, the marker he used every time was washable. The problem wasn't that he was doing it, it was that i had worked so hard to even get my Dashie. I had to save up for it myself doing odd jobs around town, because my parents refused to fund my so called “fetishes”, but it’s nothing like that I’m not a clopper. The reason I truly needed my Dashie is to have someone to talk to. I`m not very popular at school, and I only have 3 true friends, but they aren't very dependable.
“Why can’t you just be real, why can’t you just talk to me. I know you would be my friend.” I sobbed quietly to Rainbow Dash. No response as usual.
In the shower, I spent most of my time debating whether living was worth it. As usual, I decided that I had already bought the plushie, shirts, and toys, and I would not let them go to waste. However, my major reason was that there was no guarantee that there is My Little Pony in heaven or in my case hell. I sank to my knees crouching in the shower, savoring the sweet warmth of those little miracle droplets. Each one washing away my fears, my problems, finally I lost myself in my own head. Mostly wondering what I am going to wear. But did it even matter, all my shirts either advertised my “bronyness” or old worn out hand me downs (both would lead to insults by my classmates.)I decided that I might as well wear my “Deal with it shirt” because it gave me a confidence boost sometimes.
I was greeted down stairs buy some burnt toast and half-drunk glass of orange juice.
My mother sputtered, “Oh, Todd didn't finish his juice so..”
“You handed it down to me, like always.” I finished.
I aggressively tore the toast apart and shoved both halves in my mouth-followed by the remaining glass of juice, while never losing eye contact with my mother.
“Oh! Good thing I was on vine already, man you seem to always make a fool of yourself.” My brother laughed
I despised him, he was a typical 'Swag Fag', with his snap-back, muscle shirt, with the big red initials on it reading “YOLO”. Man..oh man, how much I hate him. But I find it punishment enough that he’s 23 living in his mother’s house, no job, no girlfriend, and to top it off he walks around saying 'Yolo' and 'Swag' twenty four seven. So yeah, between my friends and I, he is the running joke.
“Whatever at least I don’t spread the most ridiculous lies about myself to make people like me.” I spat back.
“What does that mean?” He growled
“Oh, I forgot. That’s a big word for you.” I consoled
With that, I yet again slammed another door. I was on my way to school, but it is still no safe haven for me.
However, I was ready for whatever came next.
