I ignored her yelling. In my mind, I could only see the broken little body of Tania. Punch after punch, I vented all the grief and rage in my heart.
Sherry saw that I wasn't treating her words like the gospel this time and joined Colin in hitting me. She bit down hard on my hand and I could feel her teeth grinding against my bones. Blood gushed from my hand, but I didn't let go.
Colin howled in pain. "Sherry, help me!"
Sherry grabbed a decorative vase from the bathroom and smashed it hard against my head. The world spun and I finally collapsed to the ground.
She screamed, "Hector, that's enough! Stop acting like a mad dog biting everyone!"
Warm blood trickled from my forehead, running down my cheek and forming a crimson haze before my eyes.
Sherry glanced at me, her expression filled with disgust. Then she turned to Colin, her face full of concern as she tenderly held his hand and examined him from head to toe and said, "Colin, are you hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?"