Starting What Should Have Been Ended

I still hear the screams. I still see the fire. I can still smell the rotting flesh. I still taste the blood. I still feel my older brother Andrew, dying in my arms, after he tried to shoot my mother, so she couldn’t put anyone else in danger with her rituals. I still remember my father beating him with a baseball bat, screaming in his ear, “Don’t be a bad boy, let mummy be happy, let everyone be happy, no one loved you, no one. Not even mummy or daddy, no, you are a worthless piece of shit, do you know what we do with shit? We throw it out!”
“Dad! Stop!” I remember standing there, with a gun pointed at him.
“Now, now Lily, put down the gun. You wouldn’t shoot your daddy would you?”
“Yes, I would! Don’t hit him again dad! He was trying to save lives!”
After I told my dad not to hit my brother again, he did. He hit him again and again. I couldn’t take it anymore I had to - .