Not meant to be

The Fight

(Your point of view)

Tears are pouring out of your eyes and you're shaking. You where hoping you would never see that man again. Why does he keep following you? Why does he keep trying to hurt you?

You sob loudly as you pray that Mick doesn't get hurt.
You are so thankful to have Mick in your life, if it wasn't for him then you would be a nervous and damaged reck.

You watch as Mick grabs your rapist by the collar and slams him against the wall.

You are lost for words, all you can do is cry and watch.

(Mick's point of view)

I growled as I shoved the mans back against the wall.
The man wheezes but then stares into my cold glare.

"What are you doing back here boy," I growl.

The man chuckles.

"So protective of your girl," the man smirk.

I knew him in the stomach and he gags.

"I thought I told you if I ever saw you again you would be dead," I bark.

The man just chuckles and stares into my eyes. I can tell he's challenging me, big mistake.

I punch him in the face with one hand while my other still holds him up.

"Stop following her! You touch her, you so much as look at her and I will kill you!" Mick shouts.

The man chuckles and spits blood off to the side.

"Why would I stay away? She's so beautiful and just begging for me to destroy her," the man chuckles evilly.

I feel my blood boil even more than it was.

I slam him body against the wall and then slam him down. He howls in pain.

I start kicking him over and over.

He leans over and holds his stomach as he spits blood.

"I'm going to end you," I tell him.

He laughs.

"I'm going to end her," he mutters.

I growls and get down on top of him.

I start punching him in the face over and over.

He holds his hands up to block but I push his arms down and keep punching him.

I hear something pop and he lets out a scream of pain.

"Mick," a sweet voice sobs.

I look over and notice (Y/N) has unlocked the car and stepped out.

She's sobbing hysterically and her body is shaking. I can tell she's having a panic attack and I feel the urge to go and comfort her.

I look back down at the bloodied man underneath me.

I decide to continue punching him. He needs to learn to stay away from (Y/N).

I continue punching him and he spits blood everywhere.

"Mick!" (Y/N) cries as she holds onto the truck door. He knees are going weak and I can tell this panic attack is severe.

I get up off the guy and rush over to her.

I pick her up quickly and she clings to me.