Brandie didn't say a word. I think she was in shock. Her mouth hung wide open and she kept swallowing noisily.
I put a hand on her shoulder. I wanted to say something comforting, something hopeful. But I couldn't think of anything.
Brandie moved slowly from one side of the car to the other, her eyes locked on the smashed in hood and fender, the sagging bumper. She was so upset, I don't even think she even knew I was standing beside her.
"Really. It wasn't my fault," Kevin repeated out the open window. He climbed out of the car, wearing black as usual. A black baseball cap covered his black hair.
The driver's door made a loud squawk as he pushed it open. I saw that the door was banged in two.
"N-not your fault?" Brandie stammered in a choked voice.
"I couldn't see the stop sign," Kevin explained. "There were tree leaves in front of it. Really, man. How could I know it was there? It wasn't my fault."
Brandie let out a long moan. She stared at the mangled car, shaking her head. A grin spread across Kevin's face. "At least I got it back in time!"
And that's when Brandie lost it.
She leapt onto Kevin like some kind of wild jungle animal. Growling and scratching and screaming and cursing and tearing at him.
I froze for a second. Startled. Frightened. Then I shot across the driveway. Grabbed Brandie from behind. Swept my arms around her waist. And pulled.
"Stop it Brandie, stop it!" I yelled. I pulled her off Kevin. But she was still swearing and swinging her fists, bellowing like a furious lion.
"Let go of me AJ, let me go!" Brandie struggled to free herself.
"Brandie--please! Please!" I pleaded.
Kevin had fallen back against the car. I saw him pulling himself up. He straightened his black T-shirt. Picked his cap up from the driveway. I saw his green eyes narrow menacingly. I saw his face tighten in anger.
"Let me go!" Brandie screamed.
I held on tight. "No, Brandie. No way! He'll only pound you," I insisted.
"You know I'm right. You can't fight him. He'll pound you!"
"But he can't keep getting away with this stuff" Brandie cried. "He can't!" I glanced up. To my suprise, Kevin had turned away and way jogging down the driveway. Without calling to us, without uttering a word, he turned at the sidewalk and disappeared, jogging, behind a tall hedge.
Kevin never looked back.
That was on Thursday.
The next night--Friday night--I killed him.
Part 2-Chapter 8
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