His swearing tirade had ended. He was as white as a sheet, and stepped away from me, falling back onto his ratty couch. His knock off designer jeans had a growing wet spot and his pupils had shrunk to nothing. I sent him beyond fear. He rolled over on the couch, twitching, curling up into a tight fetal ball.
"If any one of you even thinks about my sister or her friends, I'll kill all of you," I said. It was my first real threat and I think I did a good job of it because everyone shut up. I waved in your direction and you and your friends ran out. I followed and we drove away without any more trouble, the car silent. I drove us home and started to feel really bad. Not because I'd hurt him, but because I felt a new fear from you. Towards me.
It had faded somewhat by the time we dropped you
