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I swung and tried to take him out. Her small hand being crushed in his. The dance had ended, he caught up with us in a crowd heading for the door. They had broken up. She wanted to go to the dance but was afraid he might show up. I was in town visiting, offered to go with her. We had a good time, no sign of him all night. Until we were leaving, just inside the front door. Now they were yelling at each other in Spanish, he cornered her, I positioned myself between them. But he grabbed her hand and began squeezing, she started to scream. Fface to face, I’m demanding he let her go. Now she’s screaming louder, “You’re breaking my hand!!” so I ball up my right fist and hit him in the face…hard. His head snaps back and he lets go of her hand. The crowd that has assembled gasps and holds their breath. He tries to hit me back, lands a pretty good blow to my face. But the humiliation lingerd, of the girl who hit him hard. I grab her good hand and pull her out the door, run to my car and drive to the e.r.
