On the lawn I skidded to a halt and turned to face our pursuer. My sisters had disappeared into the brown house and into safety. I was pissed. I felt my blood boiling and felt my rational mind retreating behind a cloud of utter fury. I let out a banshee scream intended to frighten this man who had been on our heels—he was now angling towards the door trying to get past me. I admit that I’m not the quickest on my feet but damned if he was going to get into that house and hurt my sisters. I swung at his head in a wild haymaker. To my surprise, and I imagine his, the blow connected and he paused long enough to reassess. “Back off,” I commanded, still seething. “They didn’t mean to run into your damn car!”
He spouted some profanity at me and shoved me aside. I grabbed his arm and sank my teeth into the flesh right above his elbow. He howled and hammered at my face. I immediately let go because that hurt! Throwing my full weight at him, I screamed, “They’re kids! Leave them alone!” He stumbled and I pushed my momentary advantage to get him on the ground. He rolled away, and I followed on my hands and knees, clawing at his shirt and jeans to keep him down. I felt I had an advantage here. I lunged forward again, catching him as he scrambled to his feet and taking him down to the cement sidewalk.
One of the bricks was loose. I saw my hand reach for it, felt my fingers close around it, and I felt my arm swing down with all its might. The man howled, blood running down his face from the gash on his forehead. Something tore inside me and I lashed out again, harder, trying to erase that noise from the earth. Again, and again, I struck, and I felt blood spatter onto my shirt. “Leave my sisters alone!” I was sobbing now. I felt completely intoxicated. It was only when my uncle pulled me off that I began to regain some of my senses.
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