Your brothers had made it clear they didn’t tolerate disrespect while growing up, though they still found a way to beat on you even if you hadn’t done anything wrong.

Of course, it was nothing malicious or personal. You were just younger— something to lash out on when they knew you weren’t going to argue back. They hadn’t meant to make you so familiar with the feeling of them being angry at you.

The four of you were on your way up to your parents lake house for the holidays, the latter already driving ahead to get there first. The car drive was relatively silent, small talk wasn’t really a thing because you didn’t speak to your older brothers unless you really had too. They didn’t take it personally.

Though, as they began to approach the holiday site, the three men in the car soon fell into a relaxed conversation going back and forth about things they would like to do when Dre decided he suddenly wanted to speak to you.

“What are you excited for? Us drowning you in the pool?” He taunted you, only half joking because that was probably going to happen by the end of the trip— as well as five other murder attempts. When you absentmindedly didn’t answer, all three boys glanced at you watching out the window.

Without missing a beat, Ice Cube, who was sat in the back of the car with you instantly lashed out by grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragged it down towards the seat.