Seeing her try to brush off my anger, I snapped, "Cut the crap! If you really cared, you wouldn’t have left her alone just to be with Jeremy. She’s only five! Did you even think about how terrified and alone she must have felt?"
"Seriously, enough!" Jocelyn shot back, clearly frustrated. "How long are you going to drag this out? Why are you being so petty about it?"
Jocelyn lost her patience and snapped, "Apologize to Jeremy and then get out of here. You’re just making things worse!"
Jeremy, glaring with rage, said, "Forget about the apology. I want him to pay for hitting me!"
He then delivered two hard punches to my stomach.
The blows were full of anger and force, leaving me crumpled on the ground.
Jocelyn, meanwhile, watched dispassionately, letting her bodyguards hold me back while Jeremy continued to attack.
Looking at Jocelyn now, so high and mighty, I couldn't help but remember when she was in college, bullied by some thugs. I fought them off for her, taking a brutal beating and ending up bloodied and bruised. Back then, she’d been full of regret and promised that if she ever had the means, she’d protect me in return.