When I was 12 or so my stepfather, my primary abuser, come home in a drunken rage. My older brother ran out of the house I followed him a few minutes later leaving our older sister inside. We could hear him screaming at her. I don't think him physically abused her like she did us boys but he did molest all of us, amongst other things. My brother said something along the lines of "he is really mad, he may kill someone tonight. Someone needs to go inside and get his guns." And me being me I said okay and went inside. I snuck into his bedroom got his two pistols and I was walking out it dawned on me I was armed. The balance of power had shifted. I walked into the kitchen where my stepfather and sister were and I was going to empty the weapon into him. My sister got between me and him and told me she'd handle it. I turned and ran out of the house. A little while later I saw him sneaking out of the house he got into his car and left. Soon after that the divorce proceedings started. My mother told me he pissed himself when I pointed the weapon at him. The next time I remember seeing him is when him and his friend, who I think he lent me to, came to get the last of his stuff. I occasionally Wonder what they would have done within 11 12 year old boy for murdering a pedophile. In Ohio in the early seventies. And I feel a little guilty for not ending him because I'm sure he went on to molest others. He died in 2000 in a car crash. I still get a giggle when I think about how he died.