I pulled my Harley into the BP station off Route 9. I just heard a girl scream behind the dumpsters.
She was maybe fifteen. Skinny. Crying. He had her by the hair, slamming her face into the concrete. Three times before I got there. I counted later from the security footage.
I shouted. He didn’t stop. So I pulled him off and hit him. One time. Broke continue reading …
