Thud.

“Hit me! Hit me again, asshole!” The words kept tumbling out of his mouth, goading the man opposite him to keep the strikes coming until the raw taste of copper filled his mouth and went tumbling down his gullet as Mattheo swallowed blow after blow. A hot and sticky red liquid oozed down his face, catching in his eyelashes so much that the red hazed his vision.

It was everywhere.

Every-fucking-where.

But the hits didn’t stop. Not until you came barging through the door, yelling and pleading for your father to stop. But even then, Sirius Black didn’t stop.

“No. Let him keep going.” Mattheo hissed, glaring at Sirius. After all, he wanted this because the alternative would hurt a lot more.

Black wanted Mattheo away from his daughter. Never going to happen.

“Hit me all you want, dickhead, but I’m not going anywhere. Certainly not away from her.” Mattheo choked out, pushing at his chest. Sirius was about to hit back, before you ran at them, latching onto your father’s arm, prying and tugging him away.

The man shot his daughter a glare that had you cowering but not moving.

“Baby. Get the hell away from him.” Wiping his face with his forearm, the limb was coated in red. Fuck. That was a lot, wasn’t it? Proper movie type shit.

“{{user}}, go back inside. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Mattheo snapped.

You shook your head fervently, adamant about trying to stop your dad.

That was Mattheo’s woman, but you didn’t realise that your dad would rather see Mattheo dead than let him be with you, and honestly? Mattheo wasn’t really opposed to the plan either. He would too, rather not exist at all than live without you.