Chapter Thirty-Three: A Mother's Tale“You rancid cur!”
Before anyone could move, even blink, Luis shot to his feet and landed such a blow across Carlos's jaw, that the bully was more surprised than hurt. As he teetered backwards a step or two, Luis hit him again. And again. Over and over, driving Carlos backwards, the ferocity of the blows too much for a reaction. All the years of anger, the pain, the humiliation Luis had suffered. It all came out in that single burst of violence. He held nothing back, pounding the other boy's face and stomach, until Carlos, screaming for mercy, crumpled to the ground, face pummelled into a bright red, bloated ball of blood and bruises. He rolled himself up into a ball, crying incessantly, defeated and battered.
No one moved. Luis stood there, his fists
