The ИigнтОшl

Part 1 - Before I Broke

They all were holding me back, all except one. He, the bane of my existence, the source of my pain, along with so many other people's pain.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled, hitting the woman I loved for the third time in the face. Blood began to run from her nose.
"FUCK YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!" I yelled at him, struggling against my holders.
"No," he said as he turned towards me, "You are the one that is fucked. I know you love her, but do you really think she actually loved you? Ever?"
I felt myself beginning to black out, not from pain, but from the adrenalin infused in every bit of anger I'd held in for the past three years.
"No," I thought to myself, "If you black out, you won't stop."
"Nothing to say, huh?" He questioned.
As he turned to hit her again, one of my holders loosened his grip on me. His mistake allowed me to whip my head back into his nose. I heard a sickening CRUNCH as the back of my head connected, shattering the bones in his nose completely. The second guy holding me back was caught off guard by the sudden movement, as was he who's hand was stopped midair in front of her face.
Now that I had an arm free, I slammed my fist right under the second guy's rib cage. I heard the air in his lungs leave him with a loud "ARGH!"
Now, both of them were on the ground; she was cowering in a corner; he was standing five feet from me.
"Your first mistake," I began, closing my fists as I spoke, "Was ever getting near her. Your second, was getting near me."
I paused only for a moment to look him in the eye. I could see the fear, the anger, and the hesitation.
"Your third," I continued slowly advancing towards him, "Was hurting her."