The fall

Silent

Rhys' POV:

Whore.

When Alex spat that word out it was like a slap across the face. Calling Aliyah a whore- made my blood boil. Of course Al had no idea about her, so why was I taking it so personally?

"You look like a little bitch standing there. If you want to throw a tantrum, cry outside." She knew that would rile me up.

"Alex." I warned
"What Rhys? Your being pathetic. If there's an issue, put on your big boy pants and get it out."
"You're one to talk, fucking hypocrite," I started. Alex stood up straight, and eyed me intensely.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Fuck off, I'm going to bed. If you're smart, you'd do the same." I casually headed towards my room.

Unfortunately, Alex's room was also in the same direction.
As she approached her room door, Alex sighed "Those sluts at the club were more fun than you-" I swung at her.

Ducking my right hook, Alex grabbed my left arm, twisting it being my back. Fuck.
"Ahh, there he is," she laughed. Rage pumped through my bones. I swept my foot under hers, knocking her to the floor.

I was done.

Alex was down and I was done fighting. Heading back to my room, Alex called me. "Rhys,"
Turning around, Alex stood in my face and without any hesitation punched my jaw with enough power it sent me stumbling back.

Suddenly, I wasn't done.

Using my stumble to her advantage, Alex grabbed my shoulders and kneed me in the ribs. Pain rang through my bones. In return, I swiftly manuvered behind her. I wrapped my arms around her neck, putting her in a headlock.

Struggling, Alex stomped on my foot whilst elbowing my ribs. My poor ribs. In the tang of pain, I let go.

We were a tangle of limbs and and anger as we threw punches and curses at eachother. Alex had a bust lip that was bleeding exceptionally. As for me, my ribs seemed to be her main target- I would be surprised to find her marks on my torso later.

With the utmost technique she landed a blow at me again, just with less force- clearly fatigued. Not too phased by this, I landed a blow on her face which she then stumbled back to.

Using this to my advantage, I jabbed two fingers at her throat- just missing her pressure point so she wouldn't choke, but close enough to hurt like a bitch. She then stood infront of me, hair ruffled and breath out of control.

Without any hesitation she pulled a gun out of her jogger pocket- pointing straight at me.

We both just stood there out of breath, staring at eachother. Only out huffs filling the otherwise silent air.

The gun still pointed at me, Alex's arm- unfoltering. We stood like this for one minute and then two, the anger slowly disapating out of the air.

"Go to bed Alex," I said softly once both of our breaths calmed. I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me leaving Alex all alone.