molly's+fight

 I saw Jordan  getting beaten up again, as I walked home from the store. I sighed and put my groceries down. Nobody would take my groceries, and if they did, big freaking whoop. I walked over, slowed by my crutches, and heard Jordan threatening them. “You’d better leave me alone, or my family will come and find me. You don’t want to mess with my family.” He said, sounding really scared. “Jacob, shouldn’t you be playing with boys your own size?” I asked, announcing my arrival. As soon as he saw me, he relaxed a bit. “Boys, lay off my little brother.” I said when I was about five feet away from them. “What are you going to do about it?” The biggest boy said, looking like he was definitely ready for an easy fight. “Boys,” I said in a reproaching voice, getting a bit annoyed, “hands off my brother.” Then the biggest boy said in a taunting voice, “Hey guys, she thinks she can make us leave her brother alone. Now where would she get the idea that she could take any of us in a fight? Especially on crutches.” He was definitely asking for a beating, and my patience was wearing thin. Dangerously thin, at least for their worthless hides. Then one of the bigger boys kicked Jordan. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” They were definitely asking for a fight that they couldn’t win. “Boys, if you don’t leave my brother alone, I’m not going to be very happy with you. I really would prefer it if I didn’t have to use force to get you to leave my brother alone.” I said a heavy note of annoyance in my voice. Then one of the biggest boys punched Jordan in the stomach. That snapped my patience to pieces; very, very small pieces. I lunged for the boy who had hit my brother, but strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back. It was Shane. “Shane?” I asked, dumbly, too surprised to say anything else. “Boys, knock it off.” He said in a demanding voice. They all froze. Then the leader of their little gang approached him. “You don’t have anybody to help you win the fight this time, Shane. What are you going to do about it?” The boy said, saying each word slowly, thinking that he was rubbing it in. “Don’t underestimate me. Or a girl on crutches.” He added teasingly, looking at me. “Yeah. Right. What threat does a girl on crutches prove to be?” The boy retorted. “I’ll whack you into oblivion, that’s what!” I snapped. Ever since I sprained my ankle on those stairs, nobody has given me any respect. “She’s not kidding either. She whacked me for a while after she got them. She blames me ‘cause she sprained her ankle.” Shane said, trying hard not to laugh. “Shane, are you embarrassing Molly again?” A very familiar voice called from my right. “And here comes Jasper. With him here, you don’t stand a chance.” I said, a little bit smug. “Who’s Jasper?” The boy asked, doubtfully. Then Jasper came into view. “You mean Anderson?! He’s weak and gutless! You think he’ll prove a challenge to any of us?” The group of boys started laughing. Then my self control slipped. I sprang out of Shane’s arms so fast, that not even Jasper could grab me when I lunged to attack the biggest boy. I whacked him so hard in the head, that it knocked him unconscious. But not for very long. “Molly, you’re going to break those crutches from whacking people.” Shane scolded me, after the boy was unconscious for a few seconds. “Molly, do we honestly need to get you a wheel chair instead of those crutches?” Jasper asked sounding very amused at my reaction. He was definitely having fun. The other boys didn’t know what to do, so they just stood there. The boy regained consciousness after about two minutes. “I wasn’t kidding when I said she’d whack you hard if you messed with her. Now let go of her