So about ten minutes ago my step-brother ran away from home Here's the whole story: My step-bro and I are the same age, 16. Our parents married when we were both in fourth grade. We were real buddy-buddy in the elementary school years, but at that age you'll be friends with anyone. As we both came into middleschool he got a bit more distant and got to be more of a dick. I remember that he used to steal my legos and put them in his lego box. It was fine with me if he wanted to play with them but he would get mad when I wanted to play with them too... even though they were mine. Another time it was his birthday and I got him a 20 dollar ps1 game. It was some bike-stunt game similar tony hawk except it was with a bicycle of course. Pretty much right after I gave it to him he asked how much it cost. I told him and he told me he planned to sell it at one of those used videogame stores. It sat on his desk for months and one day I decided I wanted to see if it was any good. I took it, opened it, and played for about an hour, then put it back where I found it. Later, he asked me if I had taken it, and I told him no because I was scared. So anyway, that night I came home and he was checking my memory card for data. He had found the game data and accused me. He then demanded that I give him the 20 dollars he "deserved." I told him no, and that he could play with the game as much as he wanted. My dad intervened and I wound up giving him the money because I feared he would get violent. There are many more incidents like these and they progressed as we got older. When we were young and one of us would have friends over we would all play together, but when we reached middleschool/highschool he started not letting his friends talk to me. He never said so but he thought of me as a "dork." One of his friends even told me that he was telling people at school (he went to a private school, I went to public) that I was mentally retarded. When I had friends over they would say hi to him or ask what game he was playing or other such things and he would just generally be a dick to them. Well, to this weekend now: I was at a friends house Friday night so I don't know if anything took place then. Last night I went to bed early (like 10:15) because I was dead tired from staying up the whole night before. I was woken up about 10:40 by an argument between my stepmom and my stepbrother. I couldn't understand half of it because they were screaming in chinese, but my stepmom kept yelling, "You have my cellphone! Give it to me!" Then my stepbrother would screech something like, "Is it in my hands?!? NO! I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS!" He kept calling her stupid and started cursing her out. He was also making fun of her English skills (sometimes she puts an -ing where it doesn't belong) and was just in general being a big asshole. This whole thing was right outside my room and I was tired. They were yelling pretty much as loud as they could and I was surprised that the neighbors didn't call. Today: My dad, stepmom, and I went to slate run park and had a good time. They have a historical farm that's pretty cool and everything is just like it was in the 1880's. My stepbrother didn't come because he was still in bed when we left. We got back at about three and I didn't see my stepbrother for pretty much the rest of the afternoon (this is normal, he spends all his time in his room). About as hour ago I went down to watch the new episode of American Dad in the basement. Halfway through I heard another argument above me in the livingroom. My stepmom was screaming, "It's my car! I'll call the cops!" My stepbrother yelled back, "Don't touch me! Go ahead and ****ing call the cops!" I was confused as I sat in the basement. He has his own car and shouldn't need my stepmom's car. Anyway, I heard the garage open and then the yelling stopped. I've long ago given up on my stepbrother as you may have guessed and I only went upstairs at the commercial. My stepmom was on the phone talking to her ex-husband about my stepbrother. She said something like, "I don't know what to do with him. I can't control him blah blah blah..." I peed and went back downstairs to watch the rest of American Dad. When I came up there was a policeman at the door talking to my dad and stepmom. He was saying, "We'll pick him up at school tomorrow or we'll catch him just driving around tonight. We have a procedure just for cases like these." I went upstairs and started writing this whole thing. I guess I just needed to rant because I've never really complained about my stepbro to anyone. He's really just the biggest asshole I know. Thanks for reading. P.S. This is what the alphabet would look like if the letters "Q" and "R' were missing. P.P.S. I think this might be the largest post I've ever written.