“Do you have any shame at all? You, an other man, visiting here?” The fury I had held back all night finally exploded. I had spent hours convincing myself to hold on to this relationship, but now, seeing this, I couldn’t hold it in.
“An other man?” Dwayne scoffed. “Get your facts straight. In love, the one who isn’t wanted is the other man. Penelope, since you don’t want to say it, I will.”
He locked eyes with me and spat, “She’s way out of your league. You don’t deserve her.”
I had swallowed enough. At this point, my blood boiled over, and my fist connected with his face, sending him stumbling back a few steps.
Before I could follow through, Penelope’s hand cracked across my cheek. Her eyes burned with anger as she barked, “What the hell are you doing?”
She hit me to protect him. That fire inside me roared into an inferno.
“I’ll kill you!” I roared and charged at him, vision red with rage.
We went at it, but Dwayne was taller, stronger, and clearly spent time at the gym. And with Penelope pulling at me, it was two against one. I couldn’t get the upper hand.
The commotion drew out the neighbors, and people soon rushed in to break us apart.