I was listening to music, my brother repeatedly slapped me hard, so instead of retaliating (when I do retaliate, he does it harder), I yelled in pain.

My mom was angry because I yelled. She took away my technology away and my book. Then she asked if MY BROTHER was okay. I WAS BEING ABUSED AND SHE ASKED IF HE WAS OKAY!!!!

I went in my room and cried.

9 hours later I got it back. But ugh. This is why I hate my life.