Chapter 10- The fight

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ZAYN:

The cold drops fell on my skin as the winds bit into it. It was raining, and nothing could hold me back: I was going to beat up this son of a bitch.

He ran forward, fists all clutched up. He threw a punch, but I dodged. Pfft, amateur. He was a wild swinger, but very agile. The cold night quickly warmed up with the tension between us as I squared up. I immediately landed a punch on his stomach, and he backed off instantaneously. He looked as if he was going to fall down, but stood up and charged again, punching my chin.

RAY:

The bastard had landed one on my stomach, and I can't lie that it hurt as hell. I got him back right there, obviously shocking him as he stretched his jaw. I ran again for another punch as water rolled down my body.

He was dazed, but countered with a smack to my head. I almost lost vision, as the bitch had hit me with all the power he could muster. It took me a few seconds to come to, but by the time I regained my mind another punch got me. Angry and cold, I pushed him and hit his nose. I retracted my hand, but it was crimson with blood.

"Fuck! You're gonna pay for that you son of a bitch!" He yelled out and I laughed out loud. It must have infuriated him as he charged at me and I felt a sharp pain in my balls. My eyes blacked out as I stumbled on the ground.

ZAYN:

"Stand up motherfucker! Stand up you pussy!" I screamed at him before I pounced on him mercilessly, punching.

"Stand up bitch! Stand up! Fuck you! I fucking hate you! Die! Die!" I shouted, punching him with each word.

My blood dripped onto his face, and my nose hurt. He looked up at me but I had no remorse, no mercy. He then bit my hand so hard it started bleeding. Before I could react, he started punching me maniacally. Every hit he landed opened up a new wound.

He then got a hold of my neck and squeezed. I couldn't see and my vision was blurring out. All I could here were curses upon curses upon curses. With all the strength I could gather, I pushed him off of me. He fell to the cold gravel ground and when I looked at him and back to the puddle of blood in between where we were both laying down, both of us drenched In sweat and blood, as I felt a drop of sweat tinkle down my back all I could feel was the call of agony in every shred of muscle in my much wounded body, as I lay on the cold, wet concrete floor, he......... 

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