A memory that haunts me Part 2

I have this other memory. Hm...strange enough my good memory is only of that guy who said he understood how I felt. Whether he meant it or not, I'm not sure, but I felt happy.

Anyways, there was this one incident where my older sister poured hot water on a this little boy's back. The little boy was a friend of mines, brother. The friend I'm talking about is the girl who got me interested in drawing.

She used to live across the basketball court from our house. So it was an easy walk. We went to elementary and a year of high school together.

Anyways, that day my mom was working. And I can't  really recall what happened. But I think we were having a water gun fight together. And I guess the boy did something my older sister didn't like. So she went into the house and put a pot of water on the stove.  I remember watching her. I didn't say anything. I don't know why. Maybe I didn't know what would happen. But I was a little scared.

So she ended up pouring the hot water on him. I think the next day or so, the boy's mom came to our house. And his mom told our mom what happened. My mom called my sister outside. I'm not sure how it happened, but I remember standing inside the house staring out the window. My mom was on my sister punching her. And there was a crowd of people around watching.

Honestly that wasn't the first time something like them fighting as happened. But it was the first time it was really really bad. I remember crying silently next to my younger sister. At the time I think my older sister was in middle school. I doubt that my older sister knew that it would happen this way. But I remember looking at my younger sister. I don't think she was crying. I think she was confused because she was just staring. But I cried. I was scared. And I hated the situation.

Then somehow me and my younger sister was in our room. And from my old sister's room I could hear crashing and thuds. My mom had brought my sister inside to beat her some more because my sister called her out her name. I remember hearing my older sister shouting that she didn't mean to say that and trying to cover up what she said. And the constant thuds coming from her room (of course the door was closed).

I really didn't like what was happening. I wanted to stop my mom, but I was so tiny at that age. What could I do? Anyways, my mom was done. And I remember my sister saying that she'll call the police. My mom told her if she does she'll hit her some more.

But what really scarred me is my sister's face. She had lumps on her forehead. Her nose was bleeding. Her head was bleeding.  Her lip was busted. I felt the pain. I felt like I had been hit and my heart ached.

I remember the police came. But they didn't do anything. One other thing I remember was being in the car with my mom. She was talking about putting my sister in juvenile detention.

My mom never took her there. We just drove home.

And yet, we are still here. Like nothing happened. But I remember.

This incident reminds me of the day my dad left. That day I remember my mom and him fought each other. I remember seeing her hitting his with a fan. I think she's (my mom) the one that told us to go outside in the hallway of the apartment, or my older sister took me and my younger sister out to the hallway.

But this is another memory that haunts me.

Mon