“Get the f**k off me, you little prick!” he slurs, and that’s when I hear Kayla’s dogs barking in the background.
Just as I turn to look for them, Herman’s owner manages to push me from on top of him and we wrestle across the grass. My knuckles connect with his face again just as Kayla steps outside and sees the two of us. She screams and I yell at her to call 9-1-1. Just before a fist slams into my chest, I hear her talking to someone on the phone. What feels like an eternity of fighting later, the two of us are being pulled apart by two police officers. Shortly after, handcuffs are being snapped on his wrists as I’m being moved away from him. Glancing up, I see Drew as he places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.
“You really showed him, didn’t you?” He c***s a knowing smirk.
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