Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 19] Banging and Screaming

-Cody's POV-

"I need you too," I murmured, crossing my arms over my chest, "But when you left me behind, not just once, but twice...it...it definitely changed how I felt."

Anthony smacked his forehead, "We've gone over this so many fucking times, Cody, I'm getting sick of it! I'm sorry, okay? But you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and it was my only shot to get out of that damn place."

"So now you're blaming me for this?" I questioned in disbelief.

"I'm not blaming you, Cody!" He shouted, pushing me back with so much force I fell down to the ground. "I'm just so fucking annoyed with you and your 'I feel so betrayed' right now! Get over it already! I'm just so..." He screamed as he picked up the lamp that was on the table behind the couch and threw it next to me. I shrieked in horror as I covered my face. "I'm sorry!" He shouted, "How many times do you want me to say that?"

I stared at him, shaking in fear.

"Huh!?!" He yelled, walking towards me. I crawled back until I bumped into a wall, causing a picture to fall on my stomach. I picked it up and looked at it - it was of Anthony and me. I glanced over the top of the frame at the irate man standing over me. Then I looked back at the picture and the guy who had his arm wrapped around my back and whose shoulder I was resting my head on. "ANSWER ME!" He boomed, yanking the picture out of my hands and throwing it to the side.

I've seen him mad before, but I've never seen him this mad. My heart was pounding against my chest. I thought for sure he was going to kill me.

"Fine! Don't answer me!" He growled before turning around and snatching the clothes I bought him off of the table. He stormed into the bedroom hallway and slammed a door behind him.

I quickly got to my feet and ran into the kitchen, pulling a knife out from one of the drawers. I held it tightly in my hand as I made my way into the bathroom, the only place that had a lock. I closed the door behind me and turned the lock. I backed up and actually fell back into the shower, screaming as I took the curtain down with me. In the process, I somehow managed to cut myself on the arm with the knife.

"Cody?" I heard Anthony's voice emanate from outside the bathroom door. I held my breath and tried to keep my movement to a minimum. "Cody? You in there?"

That's when the door knob started to jiggle. I tried to get myself back up, but I ended up slipping on the blood that was dripping from my arm and falling back down, screaming once again.

"Cody! Open this damn door right now before I kick it down!" He threatened.

I didn't answer him, instead I tried once again to get myself back up. This time, though, I succeeded. I felt a little woozy, but I was managing to keep my balance. I swooped up my knife that laid on the bloody shower floor and held it out towards the door.

"Cody, I'm serious, open the door or I'm going to fucking kick it down!" He shouted.

"Do it," I murmured under my breath. And as if he heard me, the door fell to the ground and he burst through. He straightened his posture when he realize what I was holding. The grip I had on the knife tightened and I smirked.

He looked up at me and laughed nervously, "Cody, listen to me..."

"No! You listen!" I shouted, pointing the knife at him, "You never listen to me! Never!"

"I listen to you when you have something to say," He retorted as calmly as he could without raising his voice, "Now put the knife down and..."

I dived for him with the knife in the air. He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed. The two of us tumbled into the hallway, causing more pictures to fall and the wall cracking behind Anthony. I tried to sink the knife into his neck, but he dodged and shoved me against the wall. I struggled to get out of his hold when there was a knock on my front door. Both of us froze where we were.

"Miss Holt? What's going on in there?" My elderly neighbor next door who I occasionally helped with her laundry and house chores, Mrs. Halliday's, voice emanated from outside.

Anthony's grip around my neck loosened and he whispered, "Who is that?"

"My neighbor," I replied quietly.

"Miss Holt?" My neighbor repeated.

"Yes, Mrs. Halliday?" I called out to her. Anthony looked at me with wide eyes.

"Is everything alright in there? I heard a lot of banging and screaming..."

"Everything's fine, Mrs. Halliday. Now please go..."

She cut me off, "Should I call the police?"

"No!" Anthony and I both shouted at the same time. We both looked at each other.

"Are you sure, honey?" She inquired.

"I am fine, Mrs. Halliday. Please go back home. It's late and you don't know who could be lurking in the dark," I told her, averting my attention towards the front door.

"Yeah, you're right," She agreed, "Alright. I'll go home. If you need anything, you can just call me over."

"Yes, definitely. Thanks, Mrs. Halliday. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, dear," My neighbor retorted. The soft click clack of her orthopedic shoes slowly got quieter and the two of us sighed in relief.

"That was close," I murmured under my breath to him.

He nodded his head in agreement and the two of us shared a slight chuckle before going back to nearly killing each other. The knife I had in my hand was an inch from his neck and his grip on my neck was tighter than before. The two of us made our way into the front room, slamming into walls and knocking breakables to the ground. Oxygen was slipping away from me, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I kneed him straight in the balls. He howled in pain and removed himself off of me. I backed away from him and aimed the knife at him, catching my breath.

"Oh god!" He cried, "Why would you do that?" He doubled over in pain and fell to the ground.

"You...deserve it..." I said in between breaths, "And anyways...you're lucky I'm..out of breath and...I didn't...cut them off."

He laughed, "I guess so."

I straightened my posture and sighed, "Why are we...doing this, Anthony?" I walked towards him and fell to my knees so that I was eye level with him. He looked up at me briefly before folding over again in pain.

"I don't know, Cody," He said through clenched teeth, "I don't fucking know..."

I lied back and sighed, "I think we've had enough for today, what do you say?"

"Yeah..." He straightened himself out and crawled over to the base of the couch to lean up against it. "For a second, there, I thought you were going to kill me."

"Same," I replied, staring at the ceiling that was illuminated by the moonlight that shone through the windows.

"Cody, your arm." I tilted my head down to see my arm covered in a thin layer of mostly dried blood. The thin line where I cut myself was still dripping with the crimson red liquid.

"It's fine." I tried to reassure him, at the moment I couldn't feel it. It must have been because of all the adrenaline that was pumped through my body. But little by little the pain started to return. I hissed in pain, and Anthony rose from where he was and picked me up like a bride.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up."