Groundhog Day Re-Do

 The day I told on my brother was probably the most regretful tattletale I have ever done in my life. That day my little sister, Eryn, had told me a secret; a very shocking secret. She was nervous when she told me about my brother. I was so dumbfounded I couldn’t believe it. My little sister begged me to not tell mom that she saw him because she didn’t want me to get him into trouble but I just knew something had to be said. I was bubbling up with all these mixed emotions and wasn’t sure what I should have done. I promised my sister that I wouldn’t tell my mom but I knew that this issue was a huge concern and needed to be taken care of. Somehow my brother needed to be confronted with what he was done was wrong and he would never listen to me, only be mean to me like he always was. Growing up we always butted heads but we also had a bit of a stronger bond then our other siblings. That night I went back to my dad’s and I couldn’t stop thinking about what my sister had told me. The more and more I thought about it the more it was making me nervous. I wasn’t sure what to do so I asked my sister what she thought about it, bad mistake. She told me that if I didn’t tell her mom and my dad then she would tell so it put more pressure on me because knowing how my older sister was, she would have completely exaggerate things. I finally built up enough courage I started to make my way down to my step mom and dad’s room. I was about twelve when all this happened and growing up around my step mom and her kids made me absolutely terrified of her and of getting into trouble. I made it to the bottom of the stairs right at their door, knocked, and peeked in. of course my step mom was immediately irritated and starting yelling at me but then my older sister jumped in and told them I had something important to say. I waited and waited just looking down at the ground. How was I supposed to say this? My step mom yelled at me to spit it out and so finally I did. I told on my brother. I wasn’t exactly going against what I promised my little sister, I told her that I wouldn’t tell our mom so instead I told my dad and step mom. I learned real quickly that by their reaction I should have never said a darn thing. They were freaking out. Things just became a huge ripple effect. The further out it got the bigger the ripple. Because of what I had done my sisters and I were not allowed to see our brother for six months. My step mom had called the police/ juvenile office on him and he was sent to juvenile detention for six months. I felt terrible, what had I done?! Even after everything was said and done my brother never hated me for it. He forgave me and said that I was only doing what I thought was right. Looking back on it now I would want to re-do that day by not telling my step mom but by telling my mom. She would have done the right thing and would have punished him the appropriate way instead of sending him off to juvi and making him have a record. If I could re-do this day it would help me and my brother to this day because he could have a better chance for a better life without that record and I wouldn’t feel so bad. But even though how everything came about he still loves me and that’s all that matters.