By Christie Craig
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Only the fear in Billy’s eyes kept Macy from grabbing her pizza hat and getting her homely butt home. Or was it the memory of the one time Billy hadn’t been afraid? Four years old, teddy bear in his arms, he’d stood up for her, stood up for her when no one else had been there. You’re not hurting my sister. Macy could still hear his little-boy voice saying those words. She could still hear the sound of her father’s fist knocking Billy across the room. Another tear rolled down her cheek. “You need to talk to someone here.
Her attacker cursed and started to crumple. But he didn’t fall alone; he took her down with him. Her body hit the ground with a thud. Hard. And before she could react, the man rolled over, pinning her to the ground with his body. ” A voice yelled from the side of the yard. ” Thank God! “Get him off me,” Macy screamed. Her attacker’s weight and warmth continued to suffocate her. “Don’t move,” her assailant hissed with puzzling authority. She stopped jerking and gasped for air. The man on top of her pushed up onto his elbow, allowing her breathing room.
Tears did spring to her eyes, however. You weren’t raised to turn your back on the people you love. The lump in her throat grew as she headed for her car. Macy hadn’t been raised that way, but it sure seemed all the men in her life had. First her father—no, first was Grandpa, then dear ol’ Dad. Next her husband, now Billy. Of all the stupid, idiotic things to do, the brother she loved more than good chocolate, the brother she’d sworn to protect, had gotten himself a prison sentence. How could Macy take care of him now?