As Carter got closer to the house, sounds of a struggle were audible, even from outside. Sprinting the last few metres, he forced open the back door, and burst into the kitchen to find Norman's father on the floor clutching his leg, Norman's mother with the phone in her hand, presumably ringing 911, and Anna with a tall stocky blond man's hands around her throat.
He would have thrown himself at the wife-beater immediately, but Anna blocked his way, and besides... this way he could really get his point across, hopefully without Anna or her unborn child being hurt.
"Hey! Cumbag! You going to leave the lady alone and pick on someone your own size?"
David turned around, and glared at Carter. He was obviously off his face on drugs, or alcohol. Possibly both...
"Who th' Hell'r you meant to be?" he growled.
"I'm your wake up call, buddy. You're not big, and you're not clever. And stop kidding yourself that just because you knocked her up a few times you're anything other than a pathetic homo. And not the good kind either."
"Oh yea? I think my sex'yality, and wha' I do to my wife is my own business. Anyway... There's not a good kind. All queers should go to Hell... you included."
Carter noted he'd let go of Anna, and was sizing him up.
"You're a good little Christian, then are you? Well I'm pretty sure it says "Love thy neighbour" in the Bible, not "Rape and beat your wife." Anyway... I have it under good authority you take it up the ass anyway." David sneered.
"Who tol' you that? Norman? That's all in the past now. I was only ever fucking with the little shit anyway. I never liked him, let alone loved him. Just a little fuck-toy. All he ever was, all he ever will be. All he's good for."
At that, Carter flew at him, aiming a fist at his chin, and connecting hand against face a second later.
"You dare!" he growled. "You fucking dare. He's gone through more than you'll ever know, helped save a little boy's life. He's worth twenty of you, he's more than you'll ever be!" Carter yelled, punctuating each sentence with several punches. "You fucking get out of this house, you leave this place, you leave your wife alone, you leave Norman and this family, you up and leave, and you never come back. Because if you do... I'll be waiting. And I promise you now, I'll fucking kill you."
By now, David was a mass of blood and bruises. Getting up as quick as he could, he raised his hands in surrender, which didn't stop Carter landing one more punch.
"Aghh! You queer!" he yelped through mouthfuls of blood and a broken noise. "You'll fucking pay for that, you bastard!" he yelled, and punched Carter in the face.
Carter's head reeled back from the impact, but he quickly recovered, and slammed his fist into the other man's stomach. The two tussled for several more minutes, backing into the hallway, seemingly neither of them gaining the upper hand.
Suddenly, David tripped over the rug, and went flying, sending Carter landing on top of him. The younger man had the air knocked out of him, and Carter quickly took advantage of this fact, dragged him up by his neck, and threw him out of the front door of the house.
"Don't you ever bother anyone here again!"