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motorcycles What he did know is, he wanted to be alone and no one would leave him alone, no one would not hurt him, not harass him, not cause him pain. And he had finally hidden like a cornered animal, crawling under the bunk bed, hiding in the dark as he so often did, to lick his wounds and recover, but Tad had crossed even that boundary, had pursued him relentlessly, had stuck his head under the bunk and continued his taunting. motorcycles And his brother Jack was gone, into the Army a year before, the only one he could go to for protection or understanding or relief; then suddenly it was there, without even a preparatory rumble, a volcano of ragehot lava spewing out of him. And he hit Tad, hit him so hard and fast and unexpectedly and repeated the blows with all his strength, jumping out, jumping up, jumping off the floor to reach his face so that even twentyone year old Tad, was intimidated, fled the small bedroom he and Barry and Dennis and Bill now shared. And Barry in his rage had demolished the room, flailing with whatever was at hand, smashing the mirror, denting the walls, throwing everything in the closets out, turning over the dressers, though they merely tilted in that overcrowded room. moving companies There had been hell to pay of course. He didn't like to think of that, of the crack of the leather against his legs and back as his mother vented her fury once again. But for once that wasn't the worst.