Okay so I'm 21F and this happened in high school. I had a group of friends. We weren't the popular kids. We were the kids that were into anime and were the only 6 people in our schools DnD club.

Growing up, my mother had a series of affairs with the man that is now my stepfather, who also brought into our home his son. I had nothing against my stepfather to be honest. He treated my mom well and also treated me good. His son, my stepbrother, on the other hand was not a nice person. He was a few years older than me. He was always angry about everything and he treated me like garbage. I remember being excited to have a brother, but he seemed to legitimately hate me, which tore me up.

Anyways, my friends and I were always tormented by this group of older kids. We did nothing to them, and from what I could tell, they only messed with us because they enjoyed it.

Some of the torment went as follows: taking a picture of my friend while she was changing in the locker room, brutally embarrassing one of my male friends by pushing him into a garbage can and then proceeding to grab him by the neck and throw him down several times, taking my glasses from me, throwing my book in the trash. You get the picture.

Our parents made numerous complaints to the school, but nothing ever changed. My stepdad even called one of their dads and demanded that it stop, but again nothing happened.

One day me and two of my friends were walking to my house from school. It was a Friday and we usually watched scary movies at each other's houses. Well this group of kids followed us in a pick up truck. They were screaming at us from the vehicle and saying some pretty hurtful things. When we got to my house, they got out of the truck and started giving us hell. One of the guys pushed my friend until she fell down, all while laughing hysterically. One of my friends was held down while his shoes were taken and thrown. One of them grabbed my sketch pad and threw it in a puddle. I was devastated.

Thankfully though, my stepbrother and some of his friends were home. My stepbrother ran outside and tackled one of them onto the ground and started punching him in the face while he had his arm wrapped around his neck. The group that was with him started laughing some more until they realized that my brother wasn't letting up and had no intention of stopping. The guys girlfriend started screaming at him to stop. Eventually they all just left when my brothers friends started hassling them.

My stepbrother then removed the guys pants, took his keys and threw them into a sewer grate. He placed his pants in one of the trash cans and then hit the small of his back with an empty vodka bottle. Needless to say none of these kids ever messed with us again and it was good to be able to walk the halls of my school without being afraid.

Anyways the reason I'm typing this out is because my stepbrother recently came to visit me at my new house while he was on leave from the Army. For the first time in my life he actually called me his sister. He took me to dinner, watched scary movies with me, my boyfriend, and my roommate, and gave me a big brotherly hug before he left. We are still in communication on a regular basis. Just wanted to get that off my chest.