Fight for Top

You quickly get up and run towards the guy, tackling his mid-section and slamming him up against the door. He growls out as his back hits the door before turning away from it and throwing you into it.

"Gonna break my fucking door on your face if I have to bitch"

You hit the door, bruising your shoulder before feeling him grab you by the neck and drag you over to the couch where he throws you over it.

"I advise you get up and get the fuck out now and kiss your bitch goodbye before I kick your shit in"

You say nothing but get up quickly, your blood boiling and jump over the couch, grabbing him by his shirt and throwing him into a sofa chair before kicking him over, the entire chair falling backwards"

"Ah shit!"

He falls backwards and rolls off the chair, looking at his now broken chair.

"Why you mother fucker. That was my favorite chair!"

He runs at you and jumps at you, both of you hitting the carpeted floor, him on top **** you before grabbing a nearby pillow and firmly planting it on your face.

"Give it up bitch!"

You yell into the pillow before kicking him off and rolling away. Before he can get up you grab him by the head and slam him into the couch, taking the pillow and doing the same to him.

"It don't feel too good, does it huh?" You mildy chuckle to yourself.

He fights against your assualt, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you towards him as he turns you and lifts you up, carrying you swiftly into the middle of the room and slamming you down into his cheap wooden coffee table, smashing it to pieces.

The room goes silent, the image of you laying on the ground, out of breath and groaning lowly as he stands over you breathing heavy.

"That's right... That's right.."

He grabs you by the hair and drags your body towards his room.

"You came here to talk right? Let's... talk."

*his bedroom door closes*