Man, I feel like an asshole right now. As mentioned in Gabbly Meebo, my brother (who, by the way, is 20, although this story will probably make him seem about 10 years younger) was a bit of a douche today (as he is a lot of time - temper issues and all that jazz, but he has his nice moments, I guess), and he basically spent all of post-dinner Christmas eve in his room. Didn't join the rest of the family for opening presents or anything like that. The whole thing started with us siblings joking around, and I took a picture of him as a joke while he tried to hide. Fair enough, he doesn't like getting his picture taken (neither do I, but he tries to film me and shit all the time, but I don't freak out because of it), but we were all just messing around. He asked me to delete it, I said "Hold on a sec", because I was just doing something else on my cell phone at the time, and then he just grabbed my arm and started twisting it back/mauling it and freaking out entirely, causing my arm to still hurt hours later. He screamed and all kinds of things, so the child in me told him that as long as he was acting like a fucking moron, I wouldn't delete it - not that I could in that position, anyways. Stupid response by me? Yes. Overreaction on his part? Yes. But then he, as mentioned, ran up to his room and stayed there, so his Christmas Eve was pretty fucking awful, I'd assume. And now there's a note on his door saying "Don't wake me up for Christmas breakfast.", and all his presents are still under the tree. I feel like it is all my fault that his Christmas is basically being spent in his room, pissed off.
I was kind of okay with it all until I saw the note on his door. Now I feel really really bad, and I also fear that he will try to get back at me in some way, so I'm going to sleep with my cell phone under my pillow and my suitcase locked. This sucks. Should I feel bad? I know he overreacts to all kinds of stuff, but it still feels like I'm the one to blame here, all of a sudden :/
ETA: Forgot to mention that I deleted the photo after he ran off, and he came back a while later, demanded to check through everything I had on my cell phone to confirm that it was deleted (even though my dad confirmed it), and when I denied him that because, well, it's my cell phone and my personal business, he walked off again, and didn't come back. It bugs me that I feel really, really bad even though writing this makes me realize that while it may be my fault, he could've easily not had a shitty Christmas eve.