I threw my forehead against his and didn’t even feel it. He staggered back, his face bloodied, his eyes wide. For a second, he looked ready to turn and run. Somewhere buried deep down in the back of my mind, there was a voice that told me I could let him go and not worry about it, that he could survive this day.
But that voice was drowned out by the white hot rage that was consuming my whole being.
I stepped towards him, reaching out to grab him by the neck. My fingers dug into the skin there, choking him. His eyes went wide and his hands went to do the same thing I’d been doing only moments before. They clawed desperately at my hand, scraping and snatching at me, anything to get me away from his throat. But I didn’t let him get away. I held on to him tightly, my fist closing in tighter
