My uncle. We are about the same age, we were 15.

Gramps dropped us off on some land he owned in the middle of nowhere for the night. Just me and my uncle sleeping in a motor home.

My uncle snuck some vodka and started drinking it. About 3 shots later, decided to attack me, it was around 9pm.

I whooped his ass, he started crying so I stopped. 5 mins later he hopped up and started again. I whooped his ass a second time.

I left the motor home and sat in a lawn chair in the dark. Watched him rummaging around, saw him grab a big kitchen knife and he ran out towards me.

I took off running, and spent the whole night hiding in the bushes, while he grabbed a flashlight and was searching for me.

Gramps came back in the morning and rescued me. I didn't snitch.

Basically, that uncle has been in jail since he was 16 and hasn't been out for more than a few months at a time. Whenever he does get out, his favorite thing to do is rob his mom (my grandma).