I have been on the receiving end. My father was an alcoholic who beat me and my 3 siblings. He used throw his steel toed work boots (He drove a concrete truck for a living, so it also had dried concrete on it as well) at us when we wouldn't get him a beer from the fridge. Don't even get me started on the belt.
It wasn't until my mom cracked him upside the head with a frying pan and having him wake up in the hospital with a lawyer by his bed serving him with divorce papers and a restraining order did it end. I've seen the man twice in the last 16 years, and both times I was biting the inside of my mouth not to tell him to **** off and stifling vomit from just being in that bastards presence.
My previous statement still stands.