Prompt: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take this anymore."

I ball my hands into fists at my side, my teeth grinding together. This was becoming too much now! I'd told my brother repeatedly not to enter my room and just go through my things, but what does he do? He leaves the place in tatters once again.

"Braydon," my tone is low, the rumbling in my vocal chords vibrating against the back of my throat. I'd given him the benefit of the doubt. He's the younger brother, after all, and I don't want to concern our parents since they have their own stresses outside of the house to deal with; the last thing I want to do is concern them with our measly sibling battles.

The floor creaks behind me and I whip around, narrowed gaze landing on the ten-year-old to blame. Braydon jerks back, but it doesn't stop the sheepish smile from upturning the corner of his mouth.

"Hey big bro, can I come in?"

Oh yeah, sure, now you ask.

My arms lift, crossing over my chest. "Dunno, you gonna destroy my room even more, lil bro?"

Braydon's smile becomes strained; his hand runs through dirty blonde locks of hair. "Come on, Al, you're not mad about that, are you? You can hardly say I destroyed your room. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad?" The blood in my veins boils. It looks as if a hurricane swept through in the blink of an eye! Who was he to say it's not that bad when he isn't even the one who has to clean it up? Braydon must sense the down-spiral in atmosphere because he shifts from foot to foot. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, and his brown eyes focus anywhere but on mine. I snort, a twisted smile curling my lips. "Mad, Braydon? I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take this anymore." His Adam's apple bobs as he takes a step out of the room. "Bit of advice, start running, lil bro."