Side Chick Era… Over
The other two boys rushed in, swinging at Matty.
Matty was five. He wasn't superhuman. Three against one turned the tide quickly.
Bob's grin came back, wide and vicious. "You little shit… if I don't beat you until you're begging me to be your daddy, then my name ain't Bob— AH!"
His words cut off with a scream.
Matty's fist landed square on his face again.
Matty ignored the other two, like they didn't even exist. Let them pull, scratch, punch—he didn't care. His hands were locked on Bob, hitting, biting, scratching like a wild little beast.
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