He licks his bleeding lip and charges me, but I sidestep him and knee him in the groin. He drops to the dirty ground, howling in pain.
Dropping down to eye level, I spit out, “You go near her again, and I’ll finish what I started.”
Brad’s face is contorted in rage and pain as he holds his junk in his cupped palms.
Standing up and knowing I’m running out of time, I don’t pay attention to my surroundings, and this is what costs me. Brad is clearly on something because he should be down, but he grabs my feet, pulling them out from under me. I fall face-first, my wrists breaking my fall, which crunch on impact.
I wince as my forehead hits the concrete, and I see stars.
Before I know what’s happening, Brad crawls onto my back, using his heavy weight to crush me, which presses my chest into
