Story: i remember when i was 4. my little sister and i were fighting and my dad took a rope, tied our hands, then went into the kitchen to get a knife. he came back screaming about how he was going to cut our hands off. i was only 4. do you know how scared i was? my older brother got to be pretty abusive too. i still remember him punching me and hitting me with the belt. my mom never did anything. i remember it all so well. and i keep wondering why it won't leave me alone. god, just let me breath...