The momentum of their move catapulted them over my left shoulder. And because I didn't let go of their wrist I was able to twist it hard as my attacker landed on his ass. He lost the rag but grabbed a hunk of my hair and pulled it hard, bringing me down to the ground with him. He yelled out as I grabbed the wrist of the hand holding my hair and dug my thumb into it. A good squeeze on that nerve and he let go and I grabbed that wrist as well. "Sarah! Go get the cop outside!" He said something but it was all garbled. That's when I realized I had his neck between my knees and didn't remember doing it. Muscle memory must've taken over—or sheer panic. But when I relaxed just enough to ease the pressure he pulled his wrist free and hit me in the face with his fist. The blow struck my nose and that made me lose concentration enough that he hit again, pulled free and disappeared backward. I spit blood, realizing the second blow slammed my upper lip into my tooth. My nose poured blood onto the carpet in front of the front door.
