It didn’t feel like something that
would end with me learning a
lesson about forging my mom’s
signature. It felt like something that
would end when he wanted it to
end, when his rage was spent. It felt
like there was something inside
him that wanted to destroy me.
Abel was much bigger and
stronger than me, but being in a
confined space was to my advantage
because he didn’t have the room to
maneuver. As he grappled and
punched I somehow managed to
twist and wriggle my way around
him and slip out the door. I was
quick, but Abel was quick as well.