Epic Battle of the Doorknobs

Lately at the Gerber house, we've been having issues with certain members of the family respecting personal space and not stealing things that don't belong to them. So, I recently invested in 2 new and improved doorknobs that come with 2 keys. That's right you dastardly fiend you. No q-tip will work on these doors! One is for my room, and the other, for the bathroom. Now. I keep one key for my room on me at all times. The other, I gave to my lovely and trustworthy sister. I do heart her. The bathroom situation is a bit trickier. Since my sister and I share with one of our brothers, we have to make sure that he can get into the bathroom as needed as well. So. Kindsey kept one key for the room of baths, and we hid the other in a quite strategic location! (Yeah, I came up with the spot.) It's brilliant.
Well, we did this on... one day last week, I don't remember. Only, my father wasn't home to see these household changes going on. I did inform my mother about them, since my family member seemed hell-bent on getting what they wanted. Short story: It's my $140 straightener. Now, can you blame me for being protective about such an expensive investment?? Yeah, it makes sense to me too. In any case, before I had this beautiful piece of hardware melded to my door, I hid it in my sisters room. She also has a keyed entry. Well, after the first time I found out this sneaky... something took my flat iron, to say I went postal is a bit of an understatement, Govna'. =)
I locked the straightener in my sisters room. The problem with this, is you can only control if YOU lock the door. Not if the other person does. Well, after it had been (poorly) hidden in her room (I mean really. She locks her door all the time. Was hiding it necessary?) Yes. It was. She left the door unlocked one after noon. I came home from work, got in the shower. In that time, that someone came home. Well, after I finished, I passed my sisters room, and realized her light was on, and her door was open. Now, this is not entirely unusual. It happens. But, to be on the safe side, I went and checked on my investment. You know what?? IT WAS HOT.
Well, I started shaking like a junkie, and got clothes on at hyper speed, and went upstairs and SCREAMED as loud as I could at this person that can't understand boundaries. It was quite the spat. I ended up in tears because I felt violated that I can't even put things in SOMEONE ELSE'S ROOM WITHOUT IT BEING TAKEN. I tried to leave that night. I couldn't be home around They-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Not since they can't respect my things, and especially not since I may have yelled a few profanities in their direction..That could get me some serious time.
Well, the doorknob investment seemed to be going very well! Until 2 nights ago about, that disrespectful person tried to enter the fortress of all that is bathituide. They were unpleasantly surprised to find a keyed entry on the door. So unpleasantly, they punched the door.. And splintered the wood.. and made a lovely crack. Now. I heard this noise, not knowing what it was except for scary.  It wasn't until midnight that night, that my sister informed me that there was a hole in the door, and did I know why that person did it? OOOOOH. That noise made sense. As did the absence of personal from the vicinity of the noise. So, I told her I know how it happened and that I knew who had done it. Though, for the life of me, I still don't know why! There is NOTHING in this bathroom that belongs to that person. So, why would they try to break down the door to get something? Sure, this would makes sense if there were gold or diamonds smuggled in the pipes or a million dollars shoved in the lights, but no. Is a flat iron worth that? Or shears? (This is another point of speculation.)
Now that dad is home, he's discovered the locks. And how they all are different colors. My dad is a particular person. He likes things just so. I can't blame him for that. We all have our habits. But now, we're facing the battle of the doorknobs. Do we get to keep the locks to have protection over our things? Or, do we rid the house of the obtrusive objects that don't match the rest, and rely on family trust to keep our things to ourselves? It is not clear at this point, but, if the locks go, we may have to introduce a black box called "Safe" into the picture.
Though I love my family, and family is one of the most important things, how are we supposed to be familial and loving, when we have to put up walls, or locked doors in this case, because we can't trust all of the people we live with? This is a point of argument and applies to us all in this house. (Mom, I'm sorry I used your shower without asking. If it were not for me showering upstairs, I would've heard the burglary going on downstairs.)
That's all for today, but who knows? Maybe my next entry will be called, Sibling Face off: THAT'S MINE!