by Colleen Foley
I came to naked, screaming, and pinned against a
wall with Seth’s hands on my wrists like oaken shackles. My left
forearm burned as though it were being etched with acid.
She screamed too, a rising howl of pain, frustration, and fury.
and screaming stopped as Seth released me and faced her. I pulled my
jeans on, snarling as recent history revealed itself. Still barefoot, I
strode past my brother, ignoring his eccentric gesturing and chant.
Reaching her, still on her knees, I let what she had unleashed, and lost control of, take over.
I started to beat her.