No one would pull us back this time.
I remembered when we visited the fitness center.
I had taken the barbell and pretended
to smash it against Lauren’s head.
Now this was not not pretend.
Lindsey slammed into me with the force of her rage.
She was heavier than I thought.
I fell to the floor, heard the sound of us landing,
our limbs hitting the linoleum.
Her dirty hand jerked a loop of my hair.
“Crazy bitch,” she whispered. “You crazy bitch.”
I grasped her wrist, raised my knee into her stomach,
tried to fight through the pain.