“What the hell do you mean why? He’s my brother. BRING HIM BACK!”
He stood up quickly. The guy he was mimicking was just about an inch shorter than me.
“Hit me,” he said.
I stepped back in fear. “But if I touch you…”
“No. You won’t die. Don’t believe everything you hear. Do it.”
I stood there for a second debating on what to do. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, I hauled off and hit him in the jaw. He stumbled back a bit.
“BRING HIM BACK!” I shouted. My adrenaline was pumping like crazy.
He got right back into my face. “WHY!?”
I hit him again. “YOU KNOW WHY!”
He grabbed me by the collar of my jacket. He pulled me in and said, “I’m going to allow myself to bleed, get some real satisfaction from it. But explain why you want your brother back.”
So that’s when I stepped back and just started throwing punches left and right. He didn’t fight back at all. I slammed him to the ground, grabbed him by the throat, and kept hitting him.