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The movement was so quick that the other couldn't deflect it. I nearly dropped to my knees.
I found the mysterious boy pressed against the tree by my mother. She had her hands around his throat as he struggled to get them off.
Her tone went from frighteningly soft to a rotten growl.
"Who are you? Why are you touching my daughter?!"
He was still choking in her hold, barely given any air to continue on. I didn't do anything, surprisingly. The rest appeared at my side.
"Did he do anything to you?"
I shook my head no on impulse. After a while, I couldn't bear the sight of his skin changing color.
I called out to my mother, "Mom."
She stops immediately, letting him fall before her with hands on his neck. He hadn't even gasped. She turns back to me, and I regret it.