I shot my brother once with a pellet gun. I begged him not to tell and even gave him my pocketknife, an Old Timer given to me by my great uncle who was proud that I was such a tomboy, to buy his silence. But, as soon as daddy got home he told and my daddy tore my butt up good with a belt. I never got that pocketknife back and my brother carries it to this day. I was always hurting my brother. Kicked him in the groin many times, stabbed him with pencils and fought him like a wild dog and I always got a whipping.
I would have never thought of shooting him with a real gun no matter how mad he made me or what problems I had. This child needs some help...fast.