the phoenix • {dallon weekes}

Chapter 11- Throw The First Punch

Phoenix

It was a Friday night, and we decided to go to a bar.

Just a heads up, I hardly drink and Dallon never does.

We got there, where Dal and I just chilled in a lounge, listening to the music.

"I'll go get us some drinks. What do you want?", Dal asked.

"Uh, I'll have a shot of whiskey.", I smiled.

He nodded, kissing my forehead.

"What can I get for you, handsome?", the bartender asked, seductively.

"Uh, I have a girlfriend.", Dal replied.

"I don't see her.", she smirked.

I heard the conversation and walked up to them.

Nobody tries to talk to my man like that.

"Turn around.", I said.

She turned around, smiling.

"Now you see her.", I smiled.

"Dallon, you could do way better.", she chuckled.

It wasn't until then that I read her name tag, that wrote 'Breezy'.

"So, you're his ex? He could've done way better instead of dating someone like you.", I laughed.

She then punched me, as the music stopped and everyone gasped.

"Oh hell no, nobody puts their hands on me!", I yelled, pulling her out from behind the counter.

We began going at it, pulling each other and cursing.

Dal was trying to pull me back, and a random person was pulling Breezy back.

Someone called the police, who broke up the fight.

She looked worse than me.

I had a bloody lip, and a bruised and cut cheek from her punching me.

She had a bad black eye, a bloody lip and nose, a cut by her eye where stitches were needed, and some scratches.

They put her in jail for the rest of the night for assault, considering she put her hands on me first, and I pressed charges.

Dal and I went home, as everyone else did so too.

When we got home, we went to the bathroom, where he picked me up and sat me on the sink.

"I can't believe you, out of all people, got into a bar fight.", he chuckled, wiping the blood from my lip.

"What can I say? You don't mess with a Wentz, that's for sure.", I replied.

He laughed, using hydrogen peroxide to clean the cut on my cheek.

I winced as he applied pressure and pulled out the first aid kit.

He put a bandaid on it and kissed it.

"Alrighty, hop down.", he smiled.

I hopped down, taking his hand as we went to our room.

We put on our pajamas as he crawled into bed first, patting right next to him.

I crawled in next to him, laying my head on his chest.

He put his arm around me, as we fell asleep to each other's presence and Family Guy playing on tv.

He's the best.