Years ago, I was married to a very abusive man, and I had taken all I could take of his hitting, beating, and everything else for 13 years. I got my shotgun, a fight ensued, and the gun went off, luckily into the ceiling. I called the police, not that it was anything new to them. I got a restraining order, divorced him, and moved on with life. I wouldn't recommend the way I went about it, but I'm not sorry I got out of it.
i got in to a fight about trying to save some one that was a mental kid that didnt know or under stand what he did so the one guy got mad and started to beat him up so i got over there and got him off of him and me and him got in to a fight
I fifth grade this kid decided to trip me then when I fell get on top of me and hit my face to the ground. I had to go to the hospital. I had a broken arm got stitches in my lip my nose and my forehead. It was not the funniest year of my life.