I get to my feet as best I can and lunge forward eagerly to attack Marcus, but the asshole steps aside and punches me in the jaw again, leaving me momentarily dizzy.
My mouth hurts and I feel the salty, rusty taste of salt.
Why are you hitting me, you oaf? I spit coldly at Marcus, who is restrained by his girlfriend and this time by Evan, trying to control him. Besides, what the f**k are you talking about?
Don't talk now, Peter," my brother snorts heavily, looking at me reprovingly now. Or at least don't act as if you haven't done anything for Marcus to treat you like this.
This is a joke, right? I spit contemptuously, rubbing the bumps on my mouth. Because that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life.
Peter! The seriousness in my brother's tone of voice and his exclamation
