This was a difficult thing for many reasons. For one, he was three years older than me, which meant that he was that much bigger, stronger and faster. Things that were easy for him didn't always pan out the same way for me.
Even more than being bigger than me, Chase was also three years smarter than me. And not just smart, but naturally cunning. Moreover, he was absolutely aware that I worshiped the ground he walked on. He was able to use this knowledge to his advantage on a daily basis.
Still, there was a limit to the torture I was willing to go through, and as I grew older and my hormones became more and more imbalanced, I began to develop a bit of a temper. On one occasion, shortly before my big brother moved into a separate room, he did something to set me off. It probably had something to do with Legos.
I am a fairly gentle soul. I get squeamish stepping on bugs with big boots, even if it's a spider (I really hate spiders). That being said, this was the last straw, and it caused something deep inside my brain to snap. There I was, huddled in grief, in utter shock at what had just happened, and then suddenly I flew into a homicidal, psychotic rage.
My big brother was caught entirely off guard. He had never seen me like this before. I was completely out of control. I launched myself at him. He fled the scene, running down the hall and slamming a door shut behind him and locking it.
As you might guess, this was but a small nuisance to me. I had degenerated into some sort of insane beast. I didn't even try the doorknob (perhaps I had lost the capacity to utilize my opposable thumbs) - I was that far gone. I just threw myself at the door, impacting with it with a magnificent crash.
And knocking it off its hinges.
It was a game-changer. At that moment all hostility between us vanished, and without a word being spoken between us we knew that the future would be full of suck if we didn't conspire to hide this disaster forever, and that would only happen if we worked together. Luckily our mom was taking a shower (she played tennis a few times a week) and hadn't heard the huge noise of the forceful separation of the door from its frame.
The screws and screwplates had been mangled in the event, so we knew we had to be creative in re-securing it with the wall. Chase got the brilliant idea of getting some wood glue from the craft supplies in the den and gluing it back.
We did so.
We nonchalantly returned to our room. Thirty minutes later we heard our mom screaming at our little sister for breaking the door.
Mission accomplished.
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