The confusion, anger, and panic whizzes through my head at a hundred miles an hour; obvious he sees the realization dawn on my face and grins in that lop-sided sneer he has. He’s the one she’s been with, the one who beat her to a pulp. It flashes like a spark in my head pushing all rational and logical behavior completely out of sight.
“You bastard!” I scream and lunge without thought, fueled by hatred. My nails and keys slicing at his face as I attempt to kick at him. He’s surprised by my fierce, impulsive attack, caught off guard and tries to shield his face as I rain my fists on his head. It’s a stupid insane move. His rage ignites, grabbing my wrists and thrusts me hard against the wall, knocking the breath out of me. He spins me and shoves me roughly into the cold concrete wall with
