Cruz:
Pick up was light today. I wanted to surprise her. I made it to the door, but something in my gut said something was wrong.
The second I giggled the door handle, I knew.
Locked.
Muffled movement. Something crashing. A cry too soft to make out—but my gut twisted like it knew. I kicked the door once. Twice.
The third time, it splintered.
And I saw red.
He was on her.
Pressed up against her, hands where they didn’t belong. Her shirt torn. Her eyes wide. Frozen in shock, in fear.
This motherfucker.
"GET THE f**k OFF HER!"
My body moved before my brain could catch up.
I tore him off her like a rabid animal. He hit the floor hard, but not as hard as my fists.
He tried to crawl, to scramble—but I wasn’t done.
I didn’t hear the screams from the behind me.
I didn’t feel the blo
