Rubik's Cube and a Fuckload of Awkwardness

I went to a family friend dinner thing roughly 2 weeks ago. The lady who hosted the dinner had two sons who were outgrowing their toys, so she decided to give some to my 4 year old sister. Among those toys was a shitty Rubik's cube which I took off my sister, because I haven't had a Rubik's cube in a million years. So I spend some time on the internet, look up algorithms and learn how to solve the cube.

Now the cube was really, really shit, meaning that it took a mighty amount of effort to turn. I could hear it creak every time I moved a layer. My roommate, seeing my efforts, gave me his Rubik's cube. Though I know shit all about Rubik's cubes and their qualities, I can tell that his was a looooot better than mine, and it looked like one of those ones you use for speedsolving (the name is self-explanatory, right?)

Back in the holidays, I was still preparing for the med entrance exams which I recently failed. I left the Rubik's cubes on the side, and starting filling out a practise paper. Then my parents unleashed my sister on me, because this world fucking hates me. I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate for the timed exam, but my sister made hideous sounds, screaming, laughing, pulling my arm- whatever little kids do to get your attention. I'm not the most patient person in the world. This is what I hate about my parents- they set my schedule for me without telling me. They had obviously decided that I should play with my sister then and do the exams later at night- but I was already half way through.

My sister continued to nag me- she wanted the Rubik's cube. Frustrated because I couldn't solve the problem in front of me and because my sister's presence isn't making it any easier, I threw my cube at her. The shitty one. Then she talked back at me. "WHY CAN'T I HAVE THE OTHER ONE?" I tried telling her that it wasn't mine, and that's why she couldn't have it. Obviously she didn't understand, because she just kept on repeating "but I want it". Finally, I gave in, because I was too pissed to care. I was in a bad mood all holiday, anyway.

Then she ran away with my roommate's Rubik's cube, and I never saw it again. I don't think I would have remembered, except last night, he asked that I return his cube to him. Then I said, "oh, my sister has it."

This morning, as I was eating breakfast I asked Dad where my sister had put the cube. He answered calmly that my sister had broken it to bits, and he had shoved the pieces all into a plastic bag. I was... astounded. Then he told me to hurry up and finish my breakfast, even though we were running early. Know what I hate about him? When time is scarce, he does nothing to help except complain about why everyone else around him is responsible, and nags everyone to hurry up whilst circling the room like a fly. AND WE WEREN'T EVEN RUNNING FOR TIME THIS MORNING. I somehow kept calm and told him that the cube wasn't mine.

"WELL WHAT DOES SHE KNOW? SHE'S ONLY 4!" That was his defense? Great. Fucking fantastic. I KNOW SHE'S 4. I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT. I'M JUST PISSED AT HOW YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT THAT SHE JUST DAMAGED SOMEONE ELSE'S PROPERTY. Argh. Then I told him my main concern- I can't believe I had to explain the awkward situation I faced to him. Does he have no empathy? Of course, his responses only enraged me further. Oh, what can I expect from him?
"I'll tell him then"
"Just buy him a new one" (I know that he means I should buy him a new one)
"Well what else can we do?"


Gee, thanks for being so unhelpful. I appreciate it.

Just then, my roommate spoke directly to my parents, asking for his cube back. I felt so incredibly bad, since he had to ask my parents for it.  I can only hear the murmurs of their conversation from outside, since I'm in my room. But I'm now playing ear-deafening music, pretending not to know anything.

Oh God, take me away, now.