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This was the first time I saw my brother being so rude to our dad. I was wondering if my brother was drunk or just being a smartass.

My dad yelled and screamed at my brother, I was confused and did not know what to do, so I decided to let my dad yell at him, and after that I would take little talk with my brother, After all, he is my little brother.

Later on, when I was going to my little brother’s room to talk with him, when I entered the room, I could smell smoke. I asked him “do you smoke?” my brother looked at me with an angry face and answered “why do you think that I smoke?! Dad said also that I don’t may be with my friends anymore, just because I smell like I’ve smoked”. I was confused and I said “just don’t be so rude at dad, he is only trying to help us”, I walked out of his room and laid in my bed.

The next morning when my brother was gone for school, I checked his room to find cigarettes; just to be sure, that he did not lied. I walked towards my brother’s room and when I stepped in, there where smoke in the whole room. I looked under his bed and I found three cigarettes. I was angry; I called my brother and said that he has to come home right now. After a while my brother walked in I slapped him, punched him and started to yell at him, I yelled “why the fuck do you smoke?! You are only 12 years old man, are you crazy?!” my brother started to cry and said that he don’t smoke, and the smoke he could smell in his room was his friends that had come to visit him and then they started to smoke. I asked him about those friends, he gave me his friends’ phone numbers and their address’.