The Journey Back Home

Me and my brother Nick hardly ever got on with each other, we had a lot of differences and had completely different taste. He's 2 years younger then me. I really used to hate it when he was always in my face and everywhere I went. It really annoyed me. However, I've got to admit I wasn't a complete diamond either I used to steal his money and rip all his homework in bits but it didn't make a difference because he would have got an F even if Inever touched his homwork. According to his history sheet Henry VIII had six wives because he wanted a lot of kids.

However, on the 7th June mine and his life changed. I was that kind of person that didn't believe in fantasies. Well, from the experience I learnt to believe everything. Even the most craziest things because they can happen. I get goosebumps explaining what happened but I will manage to tell the story one last time.
"Matt, for god's sake we are going to be late", shouted my brother Nick from downstairs.
We were going to my cousin Ben's house. Ben was 11, he was Nick's friend more then mine but we also got on. We were going to his house because my parents both had important buisness meetings.

We were going on our own, my mum claimed that I had to take care of Nick because it was our first time going out somewhere far together. I wasn't actually that grumpy grouch that I usally was with my brother. I was for some strange reason getting excited. I was looking forward to it.
We had just left the house when my brother done what he usually does that really pisses me off. He said he needed a toilet. I wasn't bothered to turn back round and go back to our house so I simply told him to hold it.
"I can't", he replied to me groaning."We have to go home". He said turning around.
"No", I angrily said grabbing him. I flung him onto the floor with anger. "We are going to Ben's house and that is it. Stop bloody maoning", I said controlling myslef from giving him one thump.
He got up and ran away. I ignored him thinking that he would come to his senses and coem back but it wasn't to be. After 2 minutes I got worried and turned around retracing my steps. I arrived back where Nick ran away. I could see a small alley on my left so I ebtered. There was nothing there apart from one door which said toilet. I smiled as I realised that Nick was safe so I could give him a walloping. I Pushed open the door...

I am really sorry but I just can't tell you what happened....
Maybe soon I will stop getting disturbed when I tell the story and tell you what happened when I opened the door.