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Uhm.. I.. I should never be infuriated. Oh my god, I feel like such a horrible person. I mean, kind of.

I have a twelve year old sister who likes to.. Act like she's thirty. She asserts herself and throws things and yells and then dramatizes things.

I feel terrible because I did indeed hit her. I smacked her right upside her head, because she was acting like a fool, and I told her to shut her mouth. You see.. After dealing with her for twelve years, I won't take her s**t like the rest of the household will. And.. When I'm angry.. things don't always end well..

She looked at me after I popped her on the back/side of her head and hollered "That didn't hurt!" and as I turn to walk away, because, by that point, I couldn't even look at her, she throws something really.. Really hard and it hits me.. Like, well, in the back of my neck, but it hit the bottom of the back of my head too. I kind of freeze, like.. "Hey.. She's twelve.. That really ******** hurt.. And I really want to kick her a**, but.. She's twelve.. And if I let her get away with this.. She'll just do it again..'.. And I've been having these migraine attacks recently, for some weird, weird reason. >>

Anyway, that triggered one and I screamed something at her. Not words, because I couldn't even think of words then.. Buuuut.. She tried to run then and I wasn't having it. So I followed her and started yelling at her. See, she went into the laundry room and started raising her legs to kick me and so I popped her in the head again and then she kicked me and it knocked the wind out of me, so I shoved her out of the laundry room and tried to catch my breath and by then she ran out of the house. << She said "You ******** dumb a** b***h, I hate you and I hope you ******** die!", so I said, "Don't get hit by a car on your way down division, you dumb b***h!"

Not the greatest thing to say to a twelve year old, but.. I was pissed.

Anyway, I call mom to let her know what's going on and mom starts freaking out about Melanie being out on her own with no phone. She sends Morgan, the boyfriend, to come and find Mel. but instead of finding Mel, he and I go to the store to get dinner. Well.. Before we left, I gave my little brother, his friend, and his friend's sister my cell phone so they could find Melanie and call Morgan when they found her. Before Morgan and I even get out of the driveway, the kids find Melanie, who bolts down the street, but they chase her and Morgan and I take off to the store. When we get back, I'm cooled off and Melanie's in her room. She'd talked to mom by then and things were going to be alright.

But for how long?

Well, we have a new puppy in the house. I want to name it Emmet, but that's beside the point. Anyway, this puppy is Morgan's. Melanie has it in her room and won't let it out. It's a puppy! It need basic things, like, because it pees everywhere and it eats all day and wants to play. But.. She won't let it out. So he sends /me/ in. Alright. Great. She thrusts the dog at me and then starts yelling at Morgan to get out of the house because he's the one who sent her to her room in the first place and she doesn't like authority. I yell at her to shut up and she tells me to get out, so I hand Morgan his dog and notice my phone charger is in Melanie's room. I reach for it and take it out of Melanie's room (see, only mom and I can even use this charger, so I don't know why Melanie could have it.. She doesn't need it). She stalks me out with this badass attitude and growls something about how I needed to give it back and I sat at the dining room table and was like "You don't even ******** need it", and she said "Give it back!" so.. I was like "Make me:..

Well. Awesomely enough, she went and smacked me. I ran after her because.. Well >> I wanted to hit her back. I was angry and getting her back was the most important thing to me right then.

She lays out on her bed and tried to kick me so I grab both of her feet and pop her in the head a third time. About this time she grabs my jacket and kicks me up in the chest. This breaks the jacket and rips my shirt. It also knocks the wind out of me once again. Soooo, I go and pull her hair and she grabs my shirt with both hands, ripping it more as I'm trying to get away. Finally, there's a pause. Like, we both need a breather.

Aaand she kicks again so I smack her really ******** hard and pull my shirt and jacket away from her hands and then I throw the charger at her. Only then do I notice she was using the charger for her mp3. See, I was too upset to begin with to notice it, and at the end, when I noticed, I didn't care. I just stormed out, gasping for air and went to my room to try and find an inhaler I haven't used in ages and.. Well..

Couldn't find it. But Morgan asked if I was alright and I was.l I drank some water.. Melanie ran off, and I went on to make lunch. She had my phone, so she called my mom and my mom told her to go back home. She said mom wanted her to keep my phone, which I later found out was a complete and total lie, but whatever.

And, uh.. Yeah..

That's my violence story.

I figured that I might as well get it out somehow, being that she's now trying to tell my mom that I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the freezer over and over again and that I beat her up, which I guess I did. I don't think popping her in the head is all that bad, but maybe I'm wrong. I could have hit her a whole lot harder.. At least I didn't really kick her a**.

I still feel bad.

But she said she hated me.

Aaand.. Now, as far as I am concerned, I no longer have a younger sister. Not that I want her to go and get killed. Not that I'd much care if she lived a great life. But.. She's a Steve to me now. I feel nothing for her, and that's the end of it.