I remember when I was like 14, freshman in high school
one of my friends who lived in the neighborhood (who went to the same school w/ me) threw a rock into my grandmother's house because he didn't like something I did.
I called up my older cousin, who I knew was into the streets, and told him what happened
he came by and I went outside to his car to talk him about it.
he told me that once everything went down, that once the police came knocking to make sure I keep my mouth shut or else he'd be looking for
me. 
Even though I was FURIOUS that he had the nerve to break my grandmother's window, I knew that once my cousin said that, he was going to do something very very bad to my friend's house and family. I called it off.
Probably one of the best decisions I made in my life. So she was old enough to know what the fuck was going down.
But that's the difference between someone who is upset but isn't a cruel person to a person who is heartless and dangerous.
