I notice how she begins to look around, like a bird trying to escape its cage. I look at her in worry. Someone must've done something horrible for her to be picking a fight with me now. Why didn't I question her earlier? Why didn't I ask her why she wanted to fight me, out of all people? I may have been able to save her from this pain, and whatever others are doing to her. I could've prevented this.
I decide to end this. Then I'll question her when there are fewer people around, watching our every move. I throw a punch, knowing she's not expecting it. My fist connects directly to her abdomen. If I were watching in slow motion, I would've seen her abdomen hollow from around my fist, as she falls back to the ground. I knew exactly where to hit her so that I could put an end to this. From af
