so i live in a huge house with my little brothers and i'm in charge even though my mom's there too. and we have a butler and a maid, and the maid is a woman i used to work with. i liked her a lot. so my little brother just turned 16, and mom's not there yet, and he asked if he could take my car out. i said no. so he goes and gets this disgusting car with his friends and i refuse to let them drive it. it has no top (the top has been ripped off, it is not a convertible), it has no paint, there is a tree growing from the backseat, it is disgusting. mom comes home and goes to take a shower. i go inside. the butler tells me that some of my brother's friends are there to see me, so they come in and we fight. they're as dirty as the car. they're yelling at me, and they say that Jesus would let him have the car. and i say Jesus isn't here. my mom gets out of the shower, but doesn't come out to help me. she's not concerned that these nasty people are yelling at me in our house. they say some verse that proves that Jesus would've given them the car, and I say, "Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s; and unto God the things that are God’s" meaning that as long as Jesus isn't here, i'm in charge. they start to argue that that isn't a real Bible verse. i tell them it is. they want proof. i can't think of where exactly it appears in the Bible (though now i can say that it is Matt. 22:21). they yell a lot. i tell them to leave. they'd better leave. they have to leave. they handcuff my maid to the wall and say they're not leaving. she starts to cry. i call 911. my mom asks if she needs to handle this. i say no. she starts to dry her hair. the phone rings for an eternity.
