My older brother Jeff got this new girl friend. Her name was Stacey Porter, and she was real nice and everything but she drove me nuts over time and it got to the point where I couldn't stand to see her face.

Well the weeks and months past and Miss Stacey Porter became the guest that would not leave. She was at my house all the time. I couldn't turn around without seeing her face. I couldn't eat dinner without seeing her sitting at the table across from me. Sometimes I even woke up in the morning, only to find her hogging the bathroom. She all but moved in and I was the only one in the house who had a problem with it, and when ever I would say something to my father about the girl, I was told to stop acting like a baby.

Well It was Christmas eve and my father, and sister and I had just come home from shopping at the mall and I found Stacey down in the family room, on the couch with her feet up, drinking a tall glass of Iced tea, and wearing my favorite shirt.

Well let me just say that was the last straw, and I about flew off the deep end. I started yelling and screaming at her to take off my shirt, and calling her every horrible, vile name I could think of.

Her eyes were huge as she watched me go off. "I needed to borrow a shirt because mine got wet. Yours was the only one that fit me." She explained.

"You either take it off right now or I'll rip it off your _f_u_c_k_ing body, you stupid bitch!" I yelled.

Next I knew I was hit from the side and Jeff had me on the floor under the weight of his huge body, the left side of my face pressed to the carpet.

"You little asshole......take back what you called her or I'll give you something to freak out about."

"Tell her to take it off. It's mine and I don't want that whore to _f_u_c_k_ing wear it." I screamed.

He reached up suddenly and smacked the right side of my mouth hard. "You watch your mouth!"

Oh, let me tell you, he was right. He most definitely gave me something to freak out about. "Get the _f_u_c_k_ off of me" I shouted, feeling so angry that I starting to cry.

"I was only borrowing it." Stacey said almost in tears herself.

"_f_u_c_k_in' take it back or I'll yank your pants down and really give you something to cry about" He yelled.

"Get the hell off of me." I shouted louder.

"You've got five seconds."

"_f_u_c_k_ you....you son of a bitch." I cried

He started to count. "One, two, three, four....... FIVE!" He said and grabbed the back of my pants and started yanking.

He about got them down too, but he was interrupted by my fathers voice.

"What the hell is going on down here? Get off of him Jeff." He said and I felt the pressure ease up on my back and neck and I was jerked of the floor.

Now having the two of us upright, dad stood between us "What's going on, It sounds like you're killing each other down here. People are starting to gather in the street."

"He hit me." I blurted out, wiping my tear streaked face with my arm.

"Did you hit him?"

"_d_a_m_n_ right I hit him, and if you hadn't come down and stopped me, I'd still be hitting him for acting like an ass and screaming and cussing at Stacey."

"Screaming and cussing at Stacey??? What's this all about?" He asked, looking real confused. Then he looked at Stacey, who was now crying.

"How pathetic," I thought, but it got my fathers full attention and he snapped his head back at me. "What'd you do Michael?"

I was silent.

"He called her a stupid bitch, then a whore." Jeff said, looking as if he would have liked to hit me still, but I ignored him and looked up at my father, who's face really didn't look much better. I could see his jaw tensing up, which was the sign that he was getting angry.

"What's gotten into you? You don't talk to a women like that."

"She ain't no woman, and I'll talk to her any way I want!" I yelled giving her a cold look.

Jeff reached for me, but my father beat him to it by snatching me up by my arm. "Michael McClure, you apologize to this young lady right now."

"No way!"

He gave me a good crack across my left butt cheek. "You heard what I said, now you do it right now!" He said a little louder.

I rubbed the stinging spot and spat out the word quickly. "Sorry."

"All right, now you get up those steps and go to you room........... and if you ever curse at this young lady again, not only will you get your butt whipped by me, but I'll let your brother do it as well."

Jeff smiled, but I was horrified by this threat. The thought of both Jeff and my father whipping me made me nauseous, not to mention humiliated beyond all comprehension. I looked at Stacey and saw that she had a little smile on her face and my face got real hot as I was turning red.

"Go on, get up those stairs and leave them alone!" Dad yelled pointing up.

"But Dad, she's wearing my shirt.....what will she take next my underwear. I have a jock strap somewhere does she want that too?"

"Shut up you little asshole. She put it on because her shirt got wet. I gave it to her to wear till her shirt dried,"

"Well you owe me a new shirt.....and don't call me an asshole."

"all right....just settle down now. Jeff go get one of your own shirts for Stacey to wear, and give Mike his shirt back. In the future, don't let her wear anything of his......"

"No, I want him to wash my shirt!" I yelled.

"It will be a cold day in hell before I wash your shirt buddy boy." He said with a cold laugh

"All right, that'll do!" I realized my dad was yelling. "Mike, get up stairs right now!"

"No way." I said in a who do you think you are tone of voice.

"Don't sass me now, just get." He said watching me, waiting for me to move.. "If you make me drag you up there I'm gonna get my belt."

I turned and ran up the steps in a huff. I was so angry with Jeff for what he did that I don't think I ever got over it. It was like he crossed over to the side of the enemy. Not that girls were the enemy, but it was like he took Stacey over me and I felt betrayed.

So in my anger I grabbed a pair of scissors and went up to his room quietly and pulled out a hand full of shirts and threw them in the middle of his floor. When I had a good pile I went to work. I pulled the first one off the top and held it up. Lets see how he likes this." I said and started cutting. When I had it shredded enough I threw it on his bed.

Then I grabbed a second, and a third, and a fourth till I had cut and ripped all the shirts in the pile then I threw the shredded material all over, smiling to myself the whole time as I imagined his face when he walked in and saw the mess. It was going to be _f_u_c_k_ing great.

A few hours later I was in my room playing a computer game when I heard Jeff yelling at the top of his lungs. I smiled to myself knowing right off that he must have found my little surprise.

As I sat there smiling there was a sudden banging noise on the wall, then the sound of heavy feet stomping down the hall, getting closer and closer, then BAM. My door flew open and Jeff came charging in with a hand full of shredded shirts. "You little mother _f_u_c_k_er." He growled and threw the shreds at me.

"What's the matter Jeff?" I asked with a grin.

Bad Idea. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I would have been better off.

He reached back suddenly and slammed my door, then he locked it which told me that things were going to get really bad. When he turned back around he undid his belt then ripped it off his waist.

My eyes got real big. "What do you think you're doing."

He didn't answer he just charged at me.

I leapt from the chair I was sitting in and tried to jump over my bed to run to the door, but he was too quick. He grabbed the back of my shirt and jerked me backwards onto the floor then sat on my stomach leaving me gasping from his weight.

"You little _f_u_c_k_er. I'm going to kill you." He said as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled at my fly.

I tried to push him off of me, screaming "Stop it" but he ignored me.

Next I knew my jeans were completely off my body leaving me in only my underwear, then I was flipped over on my stomach, with his heavy body sitting on my back, pinning me to the floor.

"You ripped up my shirts, now I'm going to rip up your ass." He announced.

Then WHAM!!! His belt came cracking down across both cotton covered cheeks of my ass. I screamed out in pain.

WHAM WHAM WHAM "I'm going to beat your ass so bad you won't sit down for a month." He yelled as she swung. WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM.

I was screaming and crying and kicking like mad, but he never eased up. WHAM WHAM WHAM.

"Jeff! Please, Stop it. I'll pay for them!....uhhhhhhh.......Please! I'll give you money!.......Ouch....... STOP!!.........Ahhhhaaaaaa.........HELP!...HELP!...SOMEBODY!.... Stop him!.....OWLLLLLL!" I shouted.

All of a sudden my door busted open, sending little fragments of wood flying and my oldest brother Drew came flying in. Jeff stopped and jumped off of me quick.

"What the hell are you doing Jeff!!" Drew shouted.

I jumped up then ran over and threw my arms around him and cried into his stomach.

"He cut up all of my shirts." Jeff said looking a little scared. "He had it coming."

My father, who had been in the garage with the radio on , had not heard all the commotion going on above him, but apparently Allison ran out there and told him there was a fight going on upstairs, and he hauled ass up the steps. He had just popped in the door when Jeff spoke of the shirts. "What do you mean he cut up all of your shirts?" He asked.

Drew pulled me off of him and turned me around to face Jeff who reached down and grabbed some of the shreds he threw at me off the floor and handed them over to my father. "The little prick cut them.......See.....go look in my room. There's a whole pile like this."

My fathers eyes went from the shreds of material Jeff gave him to me then back to Jeff. "Show me." He said.

Jeff stepped out to go show my father the mess in his room.

"You're going to be one sorry little kid when Dad gets back in here." Drew told me, but he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know.

A minute later my father came stomping back into my room, Jeff following closely behind with a huge grin on his face. "Everybody out!" He shouted then started to remove his own belt.

I tried to leave the room behind Drew but I was grabbed and yanked back. "Not you!!" Dad yelled and the next I knew my father was sitting on the edge of my bed with me down over his knee, butt bared and ready for a first class butt whipping.

"Looks like your brother gave you a good dose." Dad said when he saw the marks that were already there, then he started to lay down his own marks which brought out a whole new set of screams and cries from me.

"Let this serve as a reminder to never.........WHAP.........ever..........WHAP......throw another fit........WHAP........in this house....WHAP.........again........WHAP."

I was screaming and crying so hard that I started to choke and cough and gasp, but he kept it coming.

"And you will pay for every........WHAP...... single......WHAP ...... one ......WHAP .....of those shirts."

I don't know how long the lecture went on from there, but let me just say my father was full of conversation that day and pretty soon he had my butt glowing red hot before he finally stopped. Then he got up, still holding my arm, ripped the covers back, then threw me in bed. "You move from this bed and I'll give it to you again!" He yelled as he watched me frantically rub my flaming red butt. "Do you understand me!"

I shook my head yes then buried my tear stained face into my pillow and bawled like a baby.

Later that evening my father came up to talk to me and bring me my dinner. When he walked into the room I was laying just as I was when he had last seen me only I had the top sheet covering me up to my waist. When I heard the door I snapped my head up.

"Hey." He said.

I didn't say anything, I just put my head back down and closed my eyes.

"I brought you something to eat. I bet you're starving."

I was starving, but I shook my head no.

"Oh sure you are." He said. "Here, do you want to eat over here at the desk."

Well there was no way I was going to be able to sit down to eat "Here." I said.

He stood there a second as if waiting for me to sit up or something, but when he saw me toss my pillow off the bed and sit up on my elbows he realized that I was going to eat my dinner laying right where I was and placed the plate down on the mattress in front of me.

"Uhhhhh.....Jeff and I came up with a dollar amount for you. Lucky for you most of the shirts you cut up were only T-shirts and not real expensive, but it's still going to cost a nice chunk. So what I decided to do is pay for the clothes up front and hold your allowance till you pay me back."

"OK."

He stood there quietly for a few minutes, watching me eat, then he finally spoke. "Do I have to tell you how I feel about what you did today, and how if you ever do it again........"

"No, you don't."

"All right, then I guess I'll see you in the morning." He said and then he was gone.

It turned out that I had one hundred and sixty dollars to pay back to my father. I only got ten bucks a week, so let me just say that I was broke for quite a while, but it wasn't so bad. Drew felt sorry for me after a while and started to secretly give me a few bucks each week. Even my father slipped me a ten dollar bill here and there when I wanted to go to the arcade or to the movies with my friends. Of course Jeff knew nothing of this. Had he known he would have gone of his rocker which may have been cool to see, but I kept my mouth shut...........DARN!