Logan, having learned from past mistakes, rolled up his sleeves and sprinted toward me.
I ran too, pulling Barry with me, shouting for help at the top of my lungs.
For the first time, I cursed how far apart the villas were!
With Barry in tow, I couldn’t run fast.
Barry, sensing the urgency, stood firm. “Don’t hit Ms. Anderson!”
The sixteen–year–old broke free of my grasp and positioned himself between me and Logan. “Stop, you j*rk! He’s your brother!” I yelled.
But Logan swung his fist, knocking Barry to the ground like a rag doll.
Barry lay still, unmoving.
This wasn’t how I planned it.
Seeing Logan lift his foot, ready to kick Barry, I lunged forward and bit down hard on his leg.
