Well, after my brother called me telling me he was in jail, I flipped. I told my parents, in tears, and I felt as if I watched their heart just drop. It was such a horrible experience.

My parents went and bailed him out and he was in a hell of a lot of trouble. My parents ripped him a new asshole and he was so limited on everything he could do. There's nothing wrong with that-he deserved it. But those weeks were brutal and so hard to get through. My family fought a lot but damn, this was some serious crap I definitely did not want to be around. I had my own way of escaping from these problems, and I'll get into all that about me when I finish my blogs about my family members.

Anywho, my brother started working for my mom and everything was good. There was a lot of anger, fights, tension, stress, etc. But he was behaving and they got along somewhat. After he straightened stuff out with my parents, he started getting his privileges back. He got a new cell phone and was allowed to go out. He started fucking up again. He started hanging out with the wrong people and got involved in a lot of crap. About two months later, I get a phone call. I was on my way home with my boyfriend from the times with his sister and cousins gf to pick up my bathing suit. I look at my caller ID. I froze. "Main Jail" popped up because I had it saved in my phone. We call it the main jail because in the county I live in, that's the one where all the police take who gets arrested before they move to a different jail.

My brother: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Me: "Not much just hanging out, how about you?"
My brother: "Chillen. Is mom and dad around?"
Me: "No, I'm not home but I'm on my way. I'll be home in a minute, so before I see them, why are you in jail this time?"
My brother: "How'd you know I was in jail?"
Me: "I have main jail saved in my phone asshole. What the fuck did you do now?!"
My brother: "I tried stealing beer from CVS..."

Great. another theft charge. He's lucky he only got a misdemeanor for this one, because it was only beer. He already had three felonies from the first bust and he was only 19. He didn't need another felony. So, guess what the moron did? He walked into CVS, wasted and barred out (for those of you who don't know that slang-he took about 7 xanax bars) and stole the beer. He picked up the 6 pack, walked out, and, believe it or not, sat down on the curb in front of CVS and started drinking the stolen beer. How stupid can you get?! But that didn't matter-the owner saw him walk in and take the beer. The cops were there in a flash. But before they took him to jail, they had to make one quick stop. The hospital. My darling brother overdosed. They had to pump his stomach.

Days go by and after about four days, my parents decide to finally go bail him out. He was lucky-he didn't have his court date yet from the three felonies so he wasn't on probation or anything. If you violate probation, you don't get a chance to get bailed out. So anyway, this led to more fighting, stress, etc.-you know the rest of that.

Not too long later he has two court dates in a row. One was Thursday (for the grand theft) and then one was the following Friday for the petty theft. He got a year and a half probation. Lucky him. Getting away with grand theft.

His 20th birthday rolls around last year. His birthday always falls around the time my schools have spring break. He starts partying and doesn't go to work for a week. We barely see him-he was pulling the same shit he was doing since he turned 16. I get a phone call 6 days after his birthday, but it wasn't from him. It was from our friend, Munkey. I'm not posting real names on here, but that's his actual nickname. Munkey calls me to let me know that my brother called him-from jail.

My brother was at a community pool in his friends apartment complex, partying, drinking, etc. Midnight rolled around and the cops came. The pool was closed and they wanted to know what they were all doing there. My brother runs and tries hopping a fence. He trips, they taser him. He gets busted and goes to jail. 1 gram of cocaine in his pocket. Remember how I said once you violate your probation, there's no bail? My brother spent 66 long, agonizing, painful days locked up and I didn't talk to him once. He wrote me letters but I never answered. I missed him and I wanted to talk to him, but I was so hurt, upset and stressed, I couldn't get myself to mail a letter. I wrote about 7, 2 page letters. To this day, they're still sitting in my drawar. I just couldn't face reality.

I get a phone call on my sixteenth birthday. It was his roommate from jail, Chris. He got out of jail and my brother gave him my number to call me to wish me a happy sweet 16 and for Chris to tell me how sorry my brother is and how much he misses and loves me, etc. I broke down on the phone. I was so upset. My brother is my best friend-we're EXTREMELY close, which I'll get into another time. I was devastated he missed my sixteenth birthday. I spent the entire day at school crying and depressed. I broke down in my friends arms, because I was listening to the song "Butterfly Kisses." My dad dedicated that song to me on the radio when I was 7 years old. I was listening to it the morning of my sixteenth birthday at school and the second verse came on. The singer was singing about his daughters sixteenth birthday. I couldn't help but cry. I did nothing for my birthday. I had two of my brother's friends over and two of mine. I cried almost all night...even with them there.

June 19th rolls around. My brothers court date. I haven't seen him in 66 days. My parents and I were up at 6 AM. We had to be at the court house at 8. I walked into the court room and cried so hard. I saw my brother sitting there, handcuffed to another criminal, wearing a blue jumpsuit. I was torn by the scene. He wouldn't even make eye contact with us. When his case came up, his public defender called a sidebar. That means to make the sentencing private. Ten minutes later, the public defender comes up to us. My brother was sentenced to a medical evaluation the following Friday, and then he'd be shipped off to boot camp for 3 months. So, we wouldn't see or talk to him for another three months. We went home and sat in our backyard for the next 9 hours We sat there, let our anger and emotions all out. We cried, we yelled, my parents blamed themselves and I was trying to get them to not think that way. We read the letters he wrote us over and over. Hours later we couldn't take it anymore. My mom popped two xanax to fall asleep (she had em prescribed because she was under so much stress and couldn't sleep.  She even had to give me some every now and then. The stress was unbearable.) My dad passed out and I stayed up on the computer. My boyfriend, not the one mentioned before, but the guy I'm still with now calls me.

Boyfriend: "Babe, have you talked to your brother?"
Me: "No I told you I won't see him for another 3 months. Why?"
Boyfriend: "Uh baby, he called Munkey. He's out of jail."
Me: "That's not possible. He was sentenced to boot camp-the public defender said he was not getting out today."
Boyfriend: "I don't know, but he's out."
Me: "Omg, you don't think he could have escaped do you?? Hold on I have to get my mom."

I ran to my mom. Woke her up, and don't forget she had just taken two xanax and it's 11:30 PM. She flips out and was like "what the fuck he must have escaped! I'm going to fucking kill him!" yadda yadda.

So that all lead to the big escape. My brother, now 20 with 4 felonies, escaped from jail. Great.