Pumpkin duo

~•°The fight... °•~

|Intro||
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'~Continuing onto the second chapter.
Thank you so much for reading this chapter~'
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: Word count :
565

|TW!!!!||
;' drinking, assault/abuse, cursing, mildly bad spelling, etc. '

Q u a c k i t y POV
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I run, and run as fast as I can. I finally get to the house I open the door just to be stopped byyyyy schlatt. Fuck I'm screwed. This is my end. Nobody will ever hear from mee againnn... SCHLATT seems very. Very. Angry..

"Alex."

..... He was pissed off. I can tell by the way he said my name, the way.. the way he just said my name.. I feel very uncomfortable and scared. I look at him in fear, my face looking beaten up, although bandaged

"What's up with your fuckin' face? Why do you smell like alcohol."

"I went to the casino and some guy started a fight with me"

He looks at me and slaps me across the face. I look away and hold my face where I was just slapped. I look at schlatt and he slaps me again.

"why the fuck were you out that late. "

" I lost track of time! I swear that's it. "

" What the fuck? How could you loose track of time. "

"it's easy to remember. "

....
Easy to Fucking remember? I DONT HAVE A GODDAMN WATCH ON MY WRIST FOR FUCK SAKE!
What if, I forgot to check my phone? Or, someone took my phone! Like

"Jesus schlatt how fucking stupid are you? "

I realize. I said that out loud.... I cover my mouth as fast as I fucking can and look at schlatt. He's pissed..

" What. The. Fuck. Did you just say? "

..... I freeze. I start tearing up.

Schlatt grabs my chin and he gets really close to my face and looks me dead in the eyes...

"What. Did. You. Say..."

... I look at him and I struggle to say

"I-i said how stupid can- you be-..."

He lets go of my chin and fucking kicks me down on the ground.
I make a small whine out of pain.
He looks down at me and just stares, I'm about to say something but he throws something at my head. I don't have any time to react on what the thing is.. my head starts to hurt like I have a huge migraine. He kicks my nose and then he slaps me. I feel blood dripping down my head and from my nose..
I feel lightheaded. I was holding myself up, but then I am not. I feel really weak. Really, weak... It's all happening so fast I black out.

J s c h l a t t POV

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I threw a beer bottle at Alex's head, after he called me fucking stupid. He has already passed out, so I decide I'm just gonna put a few bandages on his head after taking glass out of his head. I pick him up and carry him to the bedroom. Alex is very light, it's actually kind of concerning.. I gently put him on the bed and tuck him in. I feel weird. Do I feel bad? No, I can't feel bad for him

I go to my office and start to work. I feel guilty, I think. Why do I feel this.. I never feel this! This shit needs to stop, I can't be feeling sympathy, he was out way to late..

<Cliffhanger again because I'm tired and I have one idea for later>