Diary.
It seems that my sisters boyfriend had "claimed" her as an object. He practically owned her. She couldn't go out with her friends or talk on the phone. He would even beat her if she looked at boys. In fact he came to my place, and thought that I was one of those "boys". I don't know how he found her, obviously she was taking a break from the bastard. Anyway, he started kicking my television and punching me. (My sister told me about him, but I didn't expect him to be like that. Guess she didn't tell me the hole truth). He had it coming though, slapping my sister in front of me. He is history. My sister will be staying at my place until she wants to move out.
I just knew it. Something bad just had to happen. If I see him again, I doubt that he will swing his baseballbat at me again. I even doubt he can hold a spoon. Little bastard.