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Mom's Special Christmas Present

... young men had his mother and father pushed up against the wall. One guy had has hand against his father’s chest, pinning him against the wall, while his other fist was drawn back in a threatening manner. The two guys looked like a couple of punks, dressed in hoodies with ball caps turned sideways, both of them wearing those fucked-up baggy jeans hanging halfway off their asses. The second one bothered him more—the one with his hands on his mother. He had her pushed up against the wall as well, one hand mashed up over her ample breasts, while his other hand was trying to push up the hem of her dress as she struggled against him. “I’ll….I’ll give you all the money I have—just don’t hit me,” Jake heard his father say again. Jake was instantly furious, both at the two assholes threatening his parents, but also with his father for what he’d just heard him say. Jake knew his father was a selfish man, but it shocked him to think his father had so little concern for his wife who was being molested right next to him. He didn’t seem to be making any effort to stick up for her at all, and only seemed to care about his own well-being. In the seconds it took Jake to take in the whole scene, he could see that his father was barely resisting, just standing against the wall with his hands up in surrender, giving in to their assailants. “HEY!” Jake yelled as he rushed forward. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER.” He barreled into the guy attacking his mother, sending him flying. Startled, the ...

... other guy let go of his father and took a swing at Jake. Jake ducked, the guy’s clenched fist whiffing wildly through empty air. With the guy off balance, Jake grabbed him by the head and drove a knee into his gut. “WHOOF!” The air came out of the punk in a loud wheeze as he dropped to his knees. The first guy had gotten to his knees and turned on Jake. Jake sidestepped a feeble kick and grabbed the guy’s flailing arm as he tried to follow up his wild kick with a punch. Jake twisted the arm firmly behind the guy’s back and drove his face into the brick wall of the building. “AAAAHHH!” The guy wailed as Jake dragged him sideways, the skin of the guy’s cheek shredding against the rough brick surface. With the fuckhead’s arm turned halfway up his back, Jake kept him pressed against the wall and took hold of the guy’s thumb, wrenching sharply backwards. “SNAP!” “OWWWWWWWW!” The punk shrieked, his broken thumb sending intense pain shooting throughout his body. “CLICK!” At the sound behind him, Jake let go of the guy, who slumped to the ground whimpering. The first guy who’d been trying to feel up his mother was back on his feet, a jackknife in his hand. Jake could feel his blood boiling at what he’d seen this guy doing to his mother, and a little fucking knife wasn’t going to deter him. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” He said in a deep menacing voice as he lunged forward, knocking the guy’s arm to the side with a swipe of his closed fist before sending a vicious kick right into the punk’s ...