![]() ![]() Could I use a book or one of my larger troll dolls to pummel my father? What if I missed him and hit my brother? What if that gave the monster the advantage and then none of us would be safe? Yes, I thought about calling the police, but in that neighborhood, you didn’t call the police on your own family. I scooted back and ran to my room for some type of weapon. John then flipped atop my father to wrestle him into submission, every muscle in his young body pinning the madman to the floor. My mother screamed for me to move out of the way and for my father to stop. ![]() When a punch careened against my arm, I was thrown back onto the floor. Once, in my early teenage years, I flung myself into an argument that my father and my brother were having in an effort to protect John, but as I was just five feet tall and weighed not even one hundred pounds, I grossly misgauged my strength. ![]()
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