“They punched her in the face,” I continue, unable to stop myself now that I’ve started. Like a bottle of uncorked champagne the words froth and fizz, tumbling from my lips in angry little bursts. “They dragged her from the room by her fucking hair, but not before they groped at her breasts and punched her in the face. They fucking abused her right in front of me and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it!”
