“Who the fuck are you?” he spits, squaring his shoulders. “James, I swear to God, just go! I don’t want you here!” “Micky . . .” He tries to reach for her again. “I don’t think she wants you here, asshole,” I say between gritted teeth, my hands balling into fists. “Fuck you!” he shouts and lunges for her again. So I punch him. Right in the face. Like I should have the first time I saw him. He falls to the ground.
