Lost possession

Ok I did not see this coming. I always come home to my room, whenever I decide to go home. By the way, my hometown happens to be three hours and thirty minutes away from Hattiesburg. My hometown is in the heart of the delta, the delta is in north Mississippi, and I live in a town in called Greenville. I begin to notice earlier in past semesters that one of my two younger brothers was slowly moving into my old bedroom at home. I didnt mind because I was now a resident of Hattiesburg and whenver I did come home I got my old room back and my younger brother would return to his room. Well I decided to go home this past Easter weekend and I arrived in Greenville very late Saturday night. While I was on the road I texted my younger brother to alert him that I was coming home. Ok let me go back and explain why I made it home so late Saturday night. I embarked on my journey to the delta with a fellow classmate from highschool that happens to live in here in Hattiesburg also Saturday night. We did not leave Hattiesburg until like nine o' clock due to unexplained reasons. I didnt ask and my classmate didnt tell. So once we were on the road in route to the delta, we had a blowout about thirty miles up highway 49. My classmate was driving his car which happens to be a 97 Honda Accord in fairly decent shape. This was not an unusual occurrence tough, people have blowouts all the time and it is just another feature of owning a vehicle. My classmate had a spair tire so that made the situation seem hopeful. Then we dug around his truck and found a jack, another plus. Then unfortunately our luck ran out, because my classmate didnt have a crowbar anywhere in his car. Anyhow, we didnt expect to be on the side of the road for two hours and fifteen minutes waiting on roadside assistance but thats excatly what happened. After the guy got there he whipped on the spare tire and we rolled up 49 the rest of the way home problem free. We arrived in Greenville approximately around three o' clock a.m. I had my house key, but my youngest brother proped open the door before I could even pull them out of my pocket. I was wondering what he was doing up this late and once I asked he told me that my other brother had told him to let me in when I arrived. I thanked and greeted him and then I walked to my room where I found my other brother sleep in my bed! I woke him up and told him to allow me to have my space and he told me to go get on the couch because I did not live there anymore! I would have threw him out, but I didnt want to wake my mother and I was exausted from our adventure to the delta. I took the loss and went and got into his bed instead. What a night.