SARAH
Malachi yanks me off Aaron’s bleeding face, with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. I kick my feet in the air, screaming, as tears blur my vision once again.
No one should take me away. No one should stop me from killing this motherfucker!
My fingernails claw the air as I scream for Malachi to put me down. I’m desperate to dig into Aaron’s scrawny flesh again.
“Let me go!” I scream, thrashing in his grip. “I’m not done with him! Let me teach him a lesson he will never forget!”
“Sarah—stop,” Malachi growls in my ear, trying to keep me still.
For the first time, his voice doesn’t work. Maybe because I’ve gone way past reasoning. Maybe his atrocities have gone past forgiving. There’s no reasoning with a man like Aaron. Only reaction. And I’ll be damned if I do not show
