PART II
"Don't try to break a wrist hold by pulling away from the attacker. Instead, rotate your wrist so your thumb lines up with where your attacker's thumb meets his fingers and jerk sharply by bending your arm at the elbow," Dylan instructed me and I did as he said. Smiling triumphantly when I succeeded, he smiled a little too but I knew what I had done wasn't enough; there were a bunch of moves and techniques I had to learn. Yes, Dylan was giving me some self-defense practices and it wasn't that I was surprised because he had told me he wanted to teach me before. It didn't make it any more appealing.
I did understand why he was making me do this. He wanted me to be able to defend myself in case he wasn't around, which was something I saw impossible now because, after everything that
