To Keep From Getting Burned (Sitkolson Sequel)

25| Pick a Fight.

(A/N: I know you are all mad at me for making Kuza mean but he has a purpose lol *leads Kuza around on a leash* Let's go little man.... ENJOY. Oh and let's keep in mind that i've never actually fought any body so my vocabulary is a little limited, so bear with me.)

Music: I Am The Devil (by Kuza)

              Oogie Boogie's Song (by Danny Elfman)

*Ricky's POV*

        Finally, I get to see this ugly mother fuckers face. I didn't like Caroline much, but no one should get abused like Mike had done to her. He deserved whatever was coming for him. I also knew that Balz had it out for him too. He may be a small in height and look harmless but he was a little ball of anger. Josh scrolled through the phone in his hand in search of Kuza's  address, but got a little side tracked looking through messages to him. 

       "I don't think it's doing you any good reading those." I scolded Balz for invading her privacy, but second thought it because She did sneak behind his back and did all of that stuff. I don't think i could handle if someone cheated on me, even if they said they were only friends. It takes a lot for me to trust someone after something like that, so i commend Balz for being the bigger person and forgiving her. Keeping out of mind that he was on his way to this asshole's house to beat the living shit out of him. But he deserves it.

        "Next left up there." He ignored me and gave Chris directions. Chris did as he was told and turned down a dark street with houses crammed together. Too close for comfort. "I think it's that one right there" He pointed to a house with garbage (mainly beer cans) littered on it's front lawn which looked like it hadn't been cut in years. This was the only house with lights on on this street. Keep in mind that it was like one in the morning, where any one normal would be sleeping. "Let's go." Josh pushed open the car door and ran up to the front door with us following shortly behind him. 

       I could already feel the adrenaline pumping through me as josh took a deep breath and knocked on the door forcefully. You could hear a few things stirring inside the house and then a loud crash, followed by someone opening the door with a creak. "Umm," the guy seemed apprehensive at first.

       "No way, he looks just like you, Chris." I noticed the extreme similarity between this guy and Chris. the only difference was that Mike had larger gauges and longer hair, and some different piercings. everything else was almost exactly the same. 

        "That's not the point." Josh quickly got angry and grabbed Kuza by the collar of his plain black t shirt and though him against the wall. "Who the fuck do you think you are, touching my fucking girlfriend like that?" Josh began kicking and punching Kuza violently, not giving him time to fight back. Although, he didn't seem like he was trying to fight back whatsoever. His nose began bleeding relentlessly, leaving a crimson trail down his face and over his chin. He put his hands up in defense, but otherwise curled against the wall as Josh kicked him profusely until his body was surely bruised. 

        "stop!" Mike's voice wavered ever so slightly as he begged and pleaded for Josh ti stop and give him a chance to breathe. "Get away from me." And that's when i saw one tear slide down his face. "i didn't d-do it." His voice went soft. 

       Chris held Josh back as he breathed heavily, even his nose started bleeding, but it wasn't from Mike. "Did you take your medicine?" Chris asked concerned as i knelt down next to Mike. I still hated him for what he supposedly did. Josh just shook his head 'no' as he glared daggers at Mike.

       "What are you talking about?" I was so confused.

        "It w-wasn't me." Mike regained his composure and propped himself up against the wall as he wiped the blood off of his face, only making the streaks worse. "My f-father." Well, shit now i feel bad. You could hear loud ruckus from upstairs and a drunken slur of a yell coming from somewhere up the stairs.

        "Mike, who the fuck is at the door?!" The voice was no longer muffled because who ever it was opened the door and yelled from the top of the steps.

       "You have to go." He told us, more worried about us than himself. He managed to sloppily pull himself to his feet, leaving a slightly bloody hand print on the wall from wiping his face. "you have to go." he repeated, more urgently this time, ushering us out the door and closing it behind us,

      What the hell just happened?

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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... i told you Mike was a sweetheart lol and thanks for the 3k reads! it means a lot, let's spread sitkolson 

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