Today, I fucked up... by chasing down my "brother"
This happened yesterday evening and english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for all the mistakes I will make.
I’m 19 years old 196 cm bearded pretty big and mean looking fellow, I live in outskirts of Finland’s capital, Helsinki with my brother and mother. My mom works long hours and when she comes home tired she expects us to have done our chores and the house to be in prime condition, but yesterday I had been out with friends and came home at around 9. Our house looked like shit, my brother didn’t do any of hes chores and just sat on computer whole evening. When my mother came home she didn’t really appreciate this so she got into heated argument with my 13 years old brother. In the end my brother ran off and when I came home he had been gone for almost 2 hours so my mother started to get worried, it was late and he had school tomorrow so I decided to go look for him.
I looked for him about an hour with no success and at this point I was really starting to get angry and worried, you can never know what kind of people lurk around here. I spot my brother walking down a street maybe couple kilometers away from my home, about 100 meters in front of me. I yell at him to come here, he looks behind but ignores me and just keeps walking down the street. I just think of what kind of shit brother I have and yell at him to come here right now and start speeding up my walking phase to catch up to him. He starts running and I have had enough of hes shit and start running after him yelling “You think you can run from me? I will catch you”. I start catching up to him and he decides to get off the road and start skipping peoples yard to get away from me, I really didn’t want to spend my evening this way and I yell at him “You can run but I will catch you and take you home, no matter if you want or not”. He yells “leave me alone!” while running through bushes and jumping over fences from one yard to other to get away from me. I’m closing on him and laugh “you really thought you could get away from me?” he turns around, face covered of tears and in terror the kid yells for help. I’m shocked, this isn’t my brother. He has the same type of clothes, he is the same age and height, but he isn’t my brother. I apologize thousand times and tell him to go home and that I’m so sorry I thought he was my brother. I felt so bad, I might have scarred this kid for life, he might never go out alone at evenings just because of me. My brother came home maybe hour later and my mom called me to come back to home but I can never tell them how I chased down this poor kid.
TLDR: Chased down a kid who I thought was my brother, he thought I was going to kidnap or murder him.