simply confess

I confess that when I was 16 I stole the keys to my dad’s car with a group of friends. My big brother was 19 at the time and he tried to stop me, but I was rude to him and just ignored him. My parents were out visiting my grandparents and so didn’t realize it was gone or anything and wouldn’t be back until the following morning.

Predictably I crashed the car, but thankfully nobody was hurt. I phoned my brother because I didn’t know what else to do and he said to just wait by the car. My friends left me there in case the police came, although it was on an old country road and I had ditched it into a field, so there was little chance of that happening.

My brother walked the three miles from our house to come and get me at one in the morning, and then walked me back hardly sharing a single word with me. I was so shaken and in a state that I just went straight up to my room and lay in bed. I can honestly say that it was the worst few hours of my life laying there as I knew my parents would be home in the morning.

I awoke to screaming from downstairs. When I went down I realized my parents were back. My brother had told my Dad that he had crashed his car and my Dad had punched him. I just stood there without being able to speak.

It is now three years later and my brother sadly passed away a few weeks ago. I never even thanked him for that night.

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