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  I ran. I ran down the street and around the block. I follow the now muffled screams. My heart is pounding on my chest,threatening to burst. Sweat starts to trickle down my face. "What if I'm to late?" I think to myself as I turn into an alley.

That's when I saw her. struggling to get away from a guy who looks like he's in high school. But then I see a horrifying sight.

His pants are unbuttoned and unzipped. Her shirt was torn at the back. He had his hand over her mouth and instantly,I knew what he was trying to do to her. They don't see me. She bites his hand and she screams "Why are you doing this?!".

"shut the fuck up you stupid bitch!" he snaps at her and punches her in the face.

I've seen enough. I look around and see brick next to a dumpster to my right. I pick it up and charge towards the guy. He looks up just in time to see me bash the brick across his face. Then,I drop the brick,pic him up by his throat,and punch him in the face,instantly breaking his nose. Hot,sticky,red blood splatter all over his face,my fist,and the concrete floor. He's on the floor now,bleeding. I yell "You fucking scumbag!" And kick him in the gut. "Learn to keep your fucking dick to yourself." I say before I turn to the girl.

"Are you ok?" I ask her.

"I...I'm fine..." She replies in a shaky voice.

"Come on."I say in a kind voice.

"o..ok..."

I hold out my hand to help her up. She slowly takes it. I gently pull her up and tell her "I'll walk you home if you want."

"Please...thank you..."She replies a bit steadier than a minute ago.

"Ok,lead the way"                                            

About twenty minutes later,we make it to her house. She thanks me one last time and walks through the front door.

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As I walk up the drive way to my house,I see my mother looking at me out the window. I walk inside and instantly,she starts screaming at me

"Were the hell have you been!"

Quickly,I hid my bloody hands in my pocket. "I had to do something after school mom." I say quietly.

"What did you have to do that made you an hour late?!"

"I volunteered to help clean the lunch room." I lied.

"Well I hope you got something out of it because...".

"Mom I have to go do my homework."I quickly say before she starts. 

I walk to my room thinking about what was going to happen at school tomorrow after what I just did. I frown at the thought while I wipe the blood from my fists.

 

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