My eyes widened as the stranger threw my father against the wall of the alleyway, and I placed my palm over my younger brother's eyes when there was a sickening crunch. I had unconsciously closed my eyes, tears pouring down my face. I forced my eyes open to see my father slide down the wall, leaving a straight, thick line of blood smeared on the wall. My eyes moved down to the stranger who was kneeling before my dad. He dipped his head down, tearing a bit of my father's flesh with his teeth. Suddenly an irrational anger overtook my senses, I ran forward blindly and stumbled. Pulling myself upright, I dragged my reluctant feet toward the stranger with the intention of wrenching him away from my father's body. He was too strong, but that didn't stop me from pushing and kicking at him.
It was futile.
I began shaking him, but he wouldn't budge. In one stroke, he pushed me off of him roughly. I flew back because of the force, thumping