I smash the end of my baseball bat against the metal dumpster. The tightening grip my hands had on the handle blocked out the pain of my stinging knuckles.
I growled through gritted teeth and brought the baseball bat back over my head, my next target: a shiny trashcan. I put all I had into bringing it down but as I did, the sport I was using as a weapon disappeared.
I looked at my hands before feeling a hand on my shoulder. I quickly spin around, hand reaching up in a fist just in case. I stopped when Donnie easily pushed my hand aside.
"Is violence really how you solve everything?" I watched as he twirled my bat around. I made a lazy attempt to grab it, missing of course, before stomping my foot and crossing my arms. I looked down at my boots and huffed.
"What else am I supposed to do, huh? I'm not good at anything else."
Donnie paused before slowly grabbing my face. His touch was gentle like he was trying to figure something out, two fingers under my chin while one rubbed up along my right jaw. I flinched as he looked me over.
"Did you get into another fight?" I saw the look in his eyes and shrugged. I took my bat back and backed away.
"Something like that. You don't have to worry about me y'know, I'm fine."
"You're not fine, and as your friend I'm here to listen to what you have to say. If you don't want to say anything, you don't have to. Just know that I'm here."
I stared at him for a minute afterwards.
"Yeah, we're friends...thank you Donnie."
