We go to the Cheesecake Factory, everything is fine, we’re laughing having a grand ole time. We walk around the mall, I needed to check my hours anyway, so we go to my store my sister gets some jeans and we leave. Her stomach starts to hurt, and she wants to go to a meeting (she goes to AA, but she already went to a meeting that day and my mom said she had to do her Online school first, which she didn’t do, it was the agreement they made) my mom said no. She flips a shit the whole ride home, crying, screaming, full on temper tantrum mode. I said not a peep. My mouth is closed, I’m on my phone, I’m soaking it in, it’s so hard for me not to say anything but I stay quiet. Out of nowhere she starts threatening to “stab the kitten seven times, then strangle him” because she “hates her life” and how she’s going to cut her throat when she gets home. This is, of course, ridiculous, so understandably I start to laugh a little bit, mind you, quietly, and to myself. My sister hears the smallest little sound of laughter and clocks me in the side of the face. I can’t hear out of my right ear now, all I hear is ringing. I, being a human being, throw my seatbelt off so fast and launch into the backseat, my mom yanks me back, because wtf you bitch, that’s uncalled for. My mom pulls into a parking lot and leaves my sister there and drives me back home. As we’re driving home she’s blaming it all on me. Yes, it’s my fault my sister is a psycho and went crazy. Yes I wanted her to hit me. Jesus Christ Mom, how did you know? No, it’s my fault because I should’ve let her sit in the front seat. I could’ve prevented this by letting her sit in the front seat. Yes, this is my fault.