I raged towards her, grabbed her neck, and pushed her forcefully to the couch. I stood on one knee on the couch and one leg on the ground, standing over her.
"I dare you to look at my face and say that again," I said to her, holding her neck tight.
I watched as she struggled to pull my hand away from her neck while struggling to breathe.
All her attempts to pull my hands away from her neck were unsuccessful; in those few seconds, I could swear that I was not even thinking straight.
I held one to her, the anger in me boiling continuously. Just then I felt her weak taps on my thigh. She was hitting me like someone gradually losing consciousness.
I instantly let go of her, staring at her face. She took a deep breath and started gasping for air. I still stayed there over her; her face was flushed red, and when she looked at me, I could see tears rolling down her cheek.
"I begged you not to push me; I did beg you," I whispered to her.
