I kicked my brother off my mom's bed and he started crying. I regret nothing.
That little shit thought he could get away with hitting my little sister.
I hit him on the head, but not enough to actually hurt him. Like, I'm not a monster.
He got mad and tried to hit me and I wasn't having it.
I held his hands together to prevent him from hitting me, of course, he didn't stop.
I told him to stop several times. This went for 10 minutes. He stopped to rest.
I thought he gave up so I went on my phone when he hit my little sister again.
I hit his head again, he began hitting me.
I had enough of this so I kicked him off the bed.
This all happened in my mom's room because I was babysitting my little sister while my mom was away.
He fell and started crying. I didn't really care tbh 😶
After 15 minutes he stopped crying got up and sat there quietly.
I really don't like getting violent with my siblings but they really push me to my limit sometimes.
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