when I was young I was beaten by my mother then mum and me were both beaten up by my brother, she broke my nose then he broke my nose and her nose (never seen so much blood it kind of exploded) , one big happy family, spent many a night hiding in our big back yard in the cold and dark wearing just pyjamas until he went to bed,
any way one night someone rang the police it may have been our new neighbours, two young cops came down, took statements, and basically as there was no evidence of physical trauma they could not really do anything .. they were both around 21-23, one cop asked to other to leave, and when he had, he turned to my brother and said "we can't do anything ... but if I hear you have hurt them again, I swear I will come back and beat the crap out you !!!"
I no that is very, very wrong, but I was the safest I had been for quite a few months at least ..
one of my happiest childhood memories