My Brother Invited Me To The Wrong House Party 7 Years Ago

&#x200B;<br><br>This happened 7 years ago, and it’s a story that nobody around me likes to bring up, but I think I should put it out here as I’m still a bit shaken by what might have happened.<br><br>Before I really start I need to give a little disclaimer, I have a brother (Johnny) whose life choices are pretty far from those that I’d choose to make. Even though he doesn’t have a job, he has more money than a large number of people that I know, and he never runs out of weed. Along with weed, he used to be a heavy user of other drugs, and he is known to do pretty horrible things when he’s on them.<br><br>I had just turned 18 at the time of this incident, and Johnny would always try to invite me to the drug parties he would go to, so I could “learn to let loose.”<br><br>In the past, I had learned to avoid these gatherings, as they usually ended in police showing up, people being rushed to the hospital, someone dying, or some other drama that I didn’t want to be anywhere near. However, my brother promised me that this party would be different, and it was supposed to be a hell of a lot more fun than the others.<br><br>I was reassured that this wasn’t a meth party, and I’d be able to have a good time without all of the craziness that came with those types of parties.<br><br>I had a friend who was only 16 (Tommy) and he was also invited to come with us. Even though he was underage, my brother reassured him that there would be alcohol. At first, both Tommy and I didn’t want to go, but I remember feeling a bit left out when my brother would tell me about the fun he’d had in my absence, so I decided to go to the party.<br><br>The night that we went, my brother was already drunk, so he drove us to the party and didn’t end up getting pulled over, which was a small miracle. As we got there, I remember seeing the house was well lit, and there appeared to be a large number of people inside. The sounds coming from the house were very muffled, and I couldn’t really tell if it was music or not.<br><br>As we went inside, I remember seeing a bunch of people dancing and drinking, and there appeared to be a large bar set up in the kitchen. My brother went to get us drinks, and he gave Tommy and me each a cup, and went off into the crowd.<br><br>At first, I didn’t think much of the party. It was quiet, but everyone was having fun, and I didn’t find it really odd that we were the only underage people there, as my brother had told us that it wasn’t a big deal.<br><br>I remember going outside into the backyard, where a few people were talking, and there was a fire pit. We sat down next to the fire pit, and a few people introduced themselves and tried to make small talk with us. I don’t really remember what they said, but they were friendly enough. One thing I remember, however, is that none of the people I met appeared to know my brother. They all seemed to know who I was, and that I was his brother, but they didn’t really have much to say about him, other than that he was fun to be around.<br><br>After about half an hour, I remember going inside to look for Tommy. I couldn’t find him anywhere, but I found Johnny. I asked if he’d seen Tommy, but he told me he hadn’t, and that he’d been drinking with some people in the basement.<br><br>He told me to check the guest room and the other bedrooms to see if he was in either of those. Even though it was probably a bad idea, I remember going into the guest room, and finding no one but a woman who was asleep on the bed. I tried to find my brother again in hopes that he might know more about Tommy’s whereabouts, but he was nowhere to be found, so I left the house and went to my car to wait for him.<br><br>Hours had passed, and I remember my phone dying, so I went back into the house. Inside, everyone was either drunk or passed out. I looked around again and finally found Tommy, who was covered in blood and bruises. At first, I thought that he’d gotten into a fight with someone, but then I saw what was wrong.<br><br>The look on his face is forever imprinted on my brain, as he was holding his teeth in his hands and crying. At first, I didn’t know what to say, but then he told me that he’d been walking around the house when my brother pushed him and someone punched him. Apparently, the person who punched him had broken his jaw.<br><br>Other than that, he said he’d been walking through the house crying, and was trying to find my brother and me. I quickly ran through the house, trying to find him, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was so angry, and I remember trying to help Tommy, but nobody around us seemed to give a shit that he was hurt and crying.<br><br>Wanting to get away, we left the house and got into my car and just sat there. Tommy didn’t say much other than that he was going to go to the emergency room. He didn’t want to call the police, because he was afraid, and he didn’t want to tell my parents what had happened.<br><br>I never ended up telling the cops, or my parents about what happened, and we agreed to keep it quiet. However, my brother never learned his lesson, and he continued to do the things that he did.<br><br>I still see my brother, and he doesn’t even remember Tommy getting his jaw broken at the party, even though he was pushed into the person who did it. To this day, I’m really fuckin’ glad that I didn’t end up going into the basement.<br><br>If I ever end up at the wrong party again, I hope it doesn’t end as badly as it could have that night.