He had never believed me. I knew that was why he never confronted his brother, because he never wanted to believe that was what happened. He couldn't accept it and things between us had grown really strained. We barely talked and when we did, it usually escalated into yelling and screaming. I was so angry at him, so mad that he never stopped him, so mad that he never confronted him. I felt the anger running through me as we fought that day-and then it happened, bam! I felt his fist strike my face as my head reeled back, I stood there shocked at what had just happened. He hit me again, and again, such a look of shame filled his face as my mom came in to pull him off of me.