Running for my life
My twin brother was the one who was molested as a child by our father. Needless to say, he was (and is) extremely screwed up. Nobody protected him. He used to harm insects and animals and other kids when the mood struck him.
When we were kids he took a knife from the kitchen and chased me through the house and out into the back yard with it, laughing maniacally the whole time. I felt I was running for my life. I was sure that if he caught me I’d be dead. Thankfully, he lost interest before I got too tired to run any more. I don’t think he’d have actually stabbed me though, looking back. There was another time when he swung at me with a baseball bat and stopped just short of the side of my head.
