Ted's story.
My name is Edward, but most people call me Ted.
I'm 12 years old and I live in a flat in Sunderland with my mum.
Things have changed a lot in the past year.
We used to live in this big house with my dad and my brother Kyle, but then dad left and Kyle was really furious about it.
Kyle was always an angry kid, even when we were little.
He would bite and kick and scream and throw tantrums and mum would have to calm him down.
I always figured I was quite lucky to have an older brother so we could hang out together in the future, and he would stick up for me in school and stuff.
But now Kyle's nearly 17 and he's still really angry all the time.
He's loads taller than mum.
He's got bigger muscles in his arms, and it's much, much harder to calm him down.
The first time Kyle hit mum, he was really sorry afterwards.
He wouldn't stop crying and asking mum to forgive him, and she just sat on the sofa in shock, totally quiet.
He didn't do it for a long time after that.
He still got super angry, but instead of punching mum, he'd punch a hole in his bedroom wall or listen to music so loud that the whole house wobbled like a jelly.
Mum and I were both scared to talk to him when he was in one of his rages, in case he lashed out at us.
But even though we stayed well clear of him, eventually he started hitting her again.
I remember mum saying once, that the bruises Kyle gave her would fade, but the things he said, that she was the 'worst mum in the world', a 'waste of space', that she was the reason dad left, would always stay with her.
Just before Kyle was arrested last month, I told a teacher what was going on.
The teacher was no help at all.
He looked super nervous, shifting back and forth on his feet like a goalkeeper, and kept telling me that my mum should just show Kyle who's boss.
I wanted to laugh.
I wanted to ask that teacher if he'd ever met a 17 year old boy before, let alone my brother, who could definitely punch his lights out.
After that, I totally lost confidence in telling anybody about what Kyle was doing to mum.
When my brother finally got taken away by police, I felt like he'd passed on some of his anger to me.
It was like I'd been holding my breath for ages and I could finally let it all out.
I was really angry at him, and I was really angry at mum too, because maybe my teacher was right.
Maybe she should have been able to stand up to him.
I think the person I was most angry at though was myself.
It felt like I should have protected my mum better, or stood up to Kyle myself.
I should have tried to call dad, find out where he was, and get him to stop it all.
And if I couldn't find dad, then I should have been the man of the house and sorted out myself.
When my mum's family found out what had been happening, my Grandma and Granddad and Aunt's and Uncle's blamed me for not telling them what was going on.
Then I felt angry at them as well.
I was basically angry at absolutely everyone.
I couldn't pick a fight with Kyle, so I started picking fights with the younger kids at school.
Kids that would give in easily and tell me I'd won.
I didn't want to see the school counsellor, but in the end, my head of year said it was either that or suspension, so I had to go.
I didn't want my mum to have another son to be disappointed in.
Seeing the counsellor actually really helped in the end, and it taught me about why I was feeling angry all the time.
I know now that none of this was my fault, or my mum's, no matter what anyone else thinks.
The anger that was like a fire burning inside me, is only embers now.
Like a huge bonfire, that has nearly been put out.
Since things have been getting better at school and at home, I've been messaging a girl in my year called Stephanie.
We've met up outside of school a couple of times and it's made me more certain than ever that I'm never going to treat anyone like Kyle treated us.
I don't believe that just because my brother was violent that I have to be.
I'm going to treat all of my friends and family with respect and make sure they never feel scared or powerless.