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kill the engine and watch the light of their car wind down the road. Then, I get out.
    I crouch low and keep just off the road as I make my way towards them in the dark. I’m not thinking, that much is obvious. All I can hear are frogs croaking and the low hum of the asshole’s pickup.
    I really don’t like the looks of this.
    The truck’s lights are still on. I see her silhouette hop out and walk to the front of the truck. The guy gets out slower. He adjusts his cowboy hat and says something with a big smile on his face that I want to punch off so hard that he won’t have anything else to smile about for the rest of his life.
    Then he puts his hands around her neck, shoving her up on the truck while the other hand pushes up her skirt, and suddenly I don’t give a fuck why I’m here or whether I have a right to be or not ‘cause I’m sure as shit not gonna sit and watch this.
    Fucker doesn’t even notice as I stomp forward. His tongue’s slides across Sasha’s perfect cheek, leaving a trail of saliva that shines in the moonlight. She looks forward, her eyes dead, her expression blank as he rubs his body up against her, too fucking intoxicated by the feel of her to notice she’s not into it.
    “So you want it rough, baby?” he groans, slamming his pelvis into hers. There’s a jingle as he fiddles with the belt.
    Her glazed over eyes wander over the distance. She looks lost, like she’s not there but someplace else. Like everything that’s happening is happening to some other girl and she’s just watching. “Yes. I want it rough.”
    That’s it . I rush forward.
    The second she locks her gaze to mine, she comes back to life. Her eyes sharpen. They’re shocked at first, and then, seconds later, ashamed. I hate seeing that there. I hate that she should feel, for even one second, ashamed. And I know that whatever happens I have to stop this now.
    I grab his shirt and yank him off her. The guy babbles something as I swing him around and clock him in the face. He’s a big guy, but he goes down fast. They always do.
    “What the fuck?” he growls, holding his jaw. It doesn’t take him long to recover. As I start forward for the second hit, he barrels forward, slamming me into his truck.
    Pain shoots through my back, and then my sides as he lands a kidney punch. I bring up my knee, slamming it into his jaw and kicking his head back. His grip on my sides loosens. It’s all I need. I bring my heel down hard on his incept and punch him, again, on the other side of his face.
    “Jesus fucking Christ!” he hells. “What the fuck?”
    “You get the fuck away from her.” I can barely think. All I want to do is keep hitting. My fingers twitch. Anger courses through me, making my vision blur, and the distant sounds of frogs echoes in my mind above the static sound of white noise.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Sasha’s holding her arms across her chest, protectively. “Why are you here?”
    I’m so angry that I’d forgotten, for a second, why I was here in the first place. And then I lock in on her wet lips. Her dress is still partially pushed up her thigh. Her eyes are filled with fear and something else I don’t want to recognize Then I remember why I’d forgotten; I didn’t want to remember because if I’d remembered for just one second I would have fucking killed him.
    “Let’s go, Sasha.”
    Her bottom lip trembles but her voice is firm. “No.”
    “I’m not asking again.”
    “Hey asshole.” The asshole below me shouts. He holds his busted lip in his hand. Blood leaks between his fingers. “She said she didn’t want to fucking go with you.”
    What, now I’m the bad guy here? There’s a lot I want to say to that, but I don’t. I’m tired and angry and I want to go home and forget this day ever happened.
    “Sasha,” I warn.
    “No.”
    “Don’t make me ask again,” I tell her through clenched teeth.
    “I hate you, Trev.”
    “Great. That makes two of us.”
    “I fucking