"Pack your things!" Sis screamed at us. She was covered in blood and she was huffing and puffing. I asked her what was wrong but I don't think I needed an answer. I just knew we were getting the hell out of there and we had to get out of there, quick. I've never seen Sis look like that before but she did and she meant business. Sis already had her stuff packed.
Before that, she stashed us in our room and told us to never come out. Mom called her name and I knew she was gonna get it. We were all kids then but Sis is the oldest of us three and she always got it the worse. She went to go see what Mom wanted with before there was yelling. Maybe Sis managed to dodge her belt this time? The yelling and screaming got real bad and then there was these really loud popping sounds before it got real quiet for awhile.
That night, after the popping noises, we left the house with what we could and it burned to the ground.
Thinking about it, Sis smelled funny that night and, when we got a good bit away, she had blisters. Those didn't come from getting beat that day.
