Isaiah
“When a woman says no,” I roared, picking Newman off the floor so I could drive a punch into his shitty face. “She f*****g means NO!”
Newman choked, tried to grab my shirt, but I was bigger, stronger and pissed as hell. I drove my knee into his stomach, then a punch up his jaw and watched him slump to the ground.
"You hear me, you piece of s**t?!” I bellowed, dropping on my knees, and slammed my fist repeatedly. My hands got covered in blood and the sound of his nose cracking was f*****g satisfying, but it wasn’t enough.
He groaned, waving his hands blindly, and for a second I wanted to break every f*****g bone in his body.
A soft whimper broke through the haze of my anger. I looked up to see Miss Hawthorne breathing hard, trying to adjust herself. Her shoulders were hunched a
