Friday Fights

Caroline was out of control today.
I was left in charge for a few hours while my Mom was in Charlottesville, and one of my jobs was to heat up some lasagna for dinner. Caroline refused to eat any, saying she hated it. I would not let her have peanut butter and jelly, we have a rule about eating whatever is set out for us. But I decided not to argue with her, so  I  let her go play computer instead. When my mom got home, she was mad that my sister hadn't eaten. She tried to force her to eat, but Caroline only screamed and flung herself on the floor. It only escalated when my mom tried to ask her about her day. I was watching a tv show with my little sister ellie, so  I  couldnt see what exactly took place, but  I could hear the chaos. Back and forth, back and forth. When caroline screamed at my mom and threw a fork at her, my mom lost it. She got so angry that she threw down a plate, shattering it into a million shards. She yelled at caroline, telling her to keep out of her sight and to stay in her room. Caroline tore up the stairs, slammed her door, and said that nobody in this family loved her, and that my mom never did anything nice for her. My mom pounded up the stairs after her, and I couldn't hear exactly what happened, but the sounds of a loud slapping and the crying ensuing were unmistakable. I had no idea what to do, so  I went into the piano room and began to practice. Tt was my solace, the only thing I  could turn to when I was lost. but I couldnt even finish, halfway through, I broke down, tears streaming silently down my face. Why did caroline have to make life so hard for us, why couldn't she realize how many problems she causes, and how ungrateful she is? Every screamed insult aimed at my family and how we "hated her" felt like one of the shards of plate, jabbing into my heart. But I finished my piano and wiped away the tears, burying my face into my dog's fur. Caroline is calm now, but my mom has already called the doctor, and I'm pretty sure her medicine will have to be increased....again. I don't know how long our family can keep it together. The situation has progressed for the worse so much in the past few months...from just frustration and yelling to hitting and breaking plates....