I'm In Love With My Step-Brother (Markson Fanfic)

Part 6

Rage built up in my body. I'm just about ready to murder these assholes.

"Hey, fuckface. You shouldn't have done that," I said to the cuntbag in front of me.

"What did you just call me, little shit? Say it again, I dare you."

"Fuck. Face. Period," I finished with a smile.

This punk ass bitch chuckled. I really don't see what's funny. The only thing funny here is how he looks. This guy be looking like the Care Bear version of Snoop Dogg.

After glaring at me up and down, he attempted to swing at me. He was fast, but not fast enough.

I side stepped his hit, and gave him a sharp uppercut to the stomach. He grunted and caved in his abdomen. I took the opportunity to palm his chin, making his head whip backwards. With his neck exposed, I hand-chopped his adam's apple. He dropped to his knees and clutched his throat. He could barely breathe, his breaths turning into hoarse wheezes.

I was just about to let them off until one of the other guys struck me in the cheek when I wasn't looking. I stumbled backward, and his next punch hooked me straight in the mouth.

This bitch just made the worst decision of his life.

I charged towards him and raised my leg to kick him in the groin. However, this guy was slightly more skilled at fighting. He caught my leg with his arm, and kicked the back of my knee, making me lose balance and fall to the ground.

This guy is tough, but I'm going to rip him to shreds.

From the ground, I kicked open his stance, giving a clear shot to his crotch. I jammed my foot up his center, making him scream for dear life and fall.

Once he was on the floor, I put him in a head lock. I had one arm tightly wound around his neck. With my other hand, I continuously threw punches at his face until his face was smeared in blood. I stopped when he fell unconscious.

I let go of the guy's body, and wiped the blood off my fist onto my jeans. I glared at the remaining guys who were standing there in shock, mouths agape.

"Do you guys want some too, or nah?" I felt a sense of victory when they all shook their heads and ran off into the darkness.

I was so busy fighting that I almost forgot about Mark. I turned around and found him still on the floor, covering his mouth with both hands.

"Are you alright?" I asked him. He looked like he just saw a PSY's naked body.

"H-holy FUCK, JACKSON. DID YOU JUST--HOW THE--WHAT THE FUCK?! JACKSON, WHY DID YOU DO THAT, JESUS CHRIST. ARE THEY DEAD?!"

"MARK, calm down. I did it because they deserved it. Don't even worry about those dickheads. What matters is that you're alright and they aren't, haha."

"Jackson...I'm fine. Thanks for protecting me, but you really didn't have to do that."

"Well, what's done is done. Can't be fixed. I think we should go back now."

"Yeah, I gue--" Mark stopped himself mid-sentence. His eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

"Jackson, your face. Your cheek is purple, and your lip is bleeding. Oh god, and look at your fist. It's all scraped and damaged. How hard did you hit him to get yourself all bust up?"

"Hard enough to shatter stuff, I guess."

"Oh lord, well yeah. Let's get back and fix you up. We should leave before these guys get up."

And with that, we walked home, leaving those injured punks at the park.

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The rest of the night was spent icing my bruises and patching up my wounds. We stayed up late in the night learning more about each other, and it was the start of a new bond.

From the first meal, to the first kiss, and to the fight. To imagine that all of this happened in the course of 1 day is just so unreal.

I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.

(A/N: Omfg, I just realized it took me 6 chapters just to write about 1 day. I am so sorry.)