JJ's eyes clamped shut, acting like a dam to the tears beyond, but there was only so long he could keep them at bay.
"She...she went for you?" Max whimpered.
JJ nodded. It's all he could bare to do. He could feel his vocal chords shaking like a spindly tree in a storm. After a few moments of composure, he finally continued his story.
"I was expecting her to turn around and pull me in for a hug or something. I didn't even realise what was happening until her hands were around my neck..."
"The bruising?" Max asked, pointing at the nasty looking purple scars painted around JJ's neck. He could see the imprints of Dawson's delicate hands and fingertips, a lasting reminder or what she had become.
JJ nodded again, "The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I didn't have the energy to fight
