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height maybe an inch or two shorter. He was smaller than me in stature but he had the upper hand. He had a knife. A hunting knife that was bigger than your average switchblade. I saw it in his right hand. He brandished the blade like it was a mighty sword. Something fierce and predatory turned on my fight button.
    Kelly was a few f eet away and my thoughts were only of keeping her safe. As soon as the hooded man jabbed forward with his blade I moved out of the way. His blade punctured the air. I tried to grab his wrist and twist the blade from his grasp. I missed his wrist and he careened into my chest knocking me over on my back. I kicked his leg and pulled him down to the hardwood with me. We wrestled on the floor as I tried to stop him from stabbing me. This guy was like a mad dog in his rambunctious attempts to slay me.
    Our brawl seemed to go on forever. He was stabbing at the air and the blade would barely miss me. He swiped at me again and plunged the blade into my shoulder. Shit it hurt! He fucking cut me! Fuck!
    As he pulled the blade from my shoulder I punched him in the face. He stumbled backwards and into the foyer. I climbed to my feet and turned to catch him as he ran out the front door. I chased him down the front steps through the grass to the sidewalk and a few houses down until I stopped myself.
    My hand reached up to my shoulder and the blood was gushing. I applied pressure and started jogging back to the house. When I got to the house Kelly was standing in the doorway.
    I walked inside the house with Kelly at my side. She grabbed my hand and she was hysterical. She is a little girl. She’s upset where I am thoroughly pissed off.
    T wo cop squad cars pulled up blocking my truck in the driveway. I left the door open for them but I went straight to the den and sat down on the couch. The police officers entered the house with their guns drawn.
    It took minutes for everything to get sorted out but a few of them left after I gave them a description of the assailant. Kelly only left my sight briefly as an officer escorted her upstairs to get me a towel for my bleeding shoulder.
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    In a thunderous flash Nicole rushed in. She was panicked and I melted with empathy because I knew precisely what that feeling was like. Thinking something terrible has happened to your kid is painful. Kelly is alive. Hailey is dead. I pray Nicole never feels the loss of a child.
    I was sitting on the couch and there was a bloody towel pressed into my shoulder. I was holding one of her expensive bath towels on my oozing stab wound. Kelly was burrowed so close to me I could only hold the towel partially over my bloody wound.
    Nicole loo ked at me and then down at her daughter. Kelly’s little face was pressed into my tattooed bicep. She had her little painted fingers curled around my arm muscles. I could see that Nicole was seriously confused. I couldn’t really blame her. The scene looked weird. There were police everywhere and her daughter was leaning on me. She hadn’t seen me in four weeks and here I was sitting on her couch, injured, next to her frightened daughter.
    As soon as Kelly saw her mother she jumped to her feet. Nicole was standing over me and hugging her daughter. Nicole lifted Kelly off her feet and held her in a tight embrace.
    I stood but I wasn’t sure why. Nicole was tearing up. I looked away. I felt like I was intruding. The moment seemed to be private.
    “Excuse me sir,” I turned to the sound of the female patrol officer. “You really need to go to the hospital.”
    “Okay yeah.” I wasn’t really in much pain. The adrenaline rush from fighting off the attacker had numbed me. Sure he stabbed me in my shoulder but the pain wasn’t that bad. Even though I was gushing blood I didn’t feel like the stab was that deep.
    “There’s an ambulance out here Mr. Hamilton.”
    “Okay, I can drive myself to emergency.” I declared.
    “Sir you have lost a lot of blood. You could pass out