I was in a trance. When my fist connected with his jawline, Stephen staggered back but regained his footing. He let go of Lenna’s hair. He yelled and tried to land a punch in my direction with anger, but I was quick on my feet. My surrounding had blurred, and all I could see was red.
Left hook. Right. Step back and then punch again.
Like a rhythm, I kept a steady pace on my punches. I blocked everything out as I pinned him down. My fist kept hitting and hitting as he held up both of his arms from the assault I directed on his face. It wasn’t until I heard her calming voice repeatedly whispering to me that I finally stopped.
“It’s enough, Kyle. I’m okay. That’s enough.”
I glanced in her direction like a lost child as cool hands cupped my cheeks. Then, finally, her fingers told me that
