THIRTY-TWO
Mike – Simon – Knife – Fighting
"No. She can't have a knife. Chris searched her..." Mike's voice said from the doorway. He moved into the darkness, toward me.
"Stay away from me!" I insisted, waving the tiny blade.
A torch beam blinded my eyes, gleaming on the knife.
"She has a knife!" the smaller man shrieked, pointing.
"I'll kill him," Mike swore, striding over to me.
I brandished the knife, lifting it toward his eyes. "Either of you touch me again and I'll cut your f*****g d**k off!"
I didn't see the blow that crashed into the side of my face, sending me flying. I hit the concrete blindingly hard and heard the knife skitter away from me.
"I'll do what I f*****g well like," Mike answered.
I couldn't see. My face ached and my eyes blurred with tears. I wondered if my
