As we wrestled, the strong scent of alcohol permeated the air. My adrenaline spiked. This meant he'd be harder to reason with and stronger than usual.

"Stop it!" I shouted. It was like he couldn't hear me. His eyes were glassy and vacant. I recognized the familiar look that Mike used to get when he was coming after me.

Determined not to be a victim again, I fought with all my might. But with each push, he grappled more tightly. While we struggled, he ...