I protected him as often and with what little strength I had.
He punched me in the stomach when he thought the neighbor wasn't watching.
And his eyes said plain enough that he could **** me before mom got home and I would barricade myself in my room til she pulled in the driveway and act like every thing was fine.
When dad died he called the funeral home and threatened everybody.
I can't keep him anymore. Even if his blood cries to me from the ground.
And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
9 And the LORD said unto Cain, Where [is] Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: [Am] I my brother's keeper?
10 And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.