Fighting
A few cuss words escaped his lips as he grabbed his crotch. I tried to run past him, but he grabbed my arm in that iron grip again. I could feel tiny bruises forming where his fingernails dug into my skin.
“You’ll regret that, you jerk. F***ng w****!”
At full strength, I yanked at my arm. His other hand grabbed my hair and yanked me back. I reached up with my free arm and clawed at his eyes. As he wailed, I felt blood seep under my fingernails. He released my arm, keeping a firm grip on my hair, and grabbed a knife from his back pocket.
And then suddenly, everything stopped.