He grabbed a handful of Jerome's hair and pulled; as he pulled with one hand he choked him with the other. I sat in the back seat of the car, watching saying nothing. Last time I said something it resulted badly for me. Jerome escaped my father's grasp and ran. I don't know where he went but he just ran. I had lost all respect for my father. All I know is when dad does something to Jerome, Jerome does something to me.
I dont know if I should carry this on... Tell me what you think.