It was often you two fought. But not like this. you were both pissed with eachother, but while you were prepared to let it go— Dre wasn’t so keen on doing that.

He was seconds away from genuinely beating the life out of you and was forced to resort to breaking anything else that he could get his hands on, throwing them around you yet still not at you— just a reminder that he could.

That was until he miscalculated how hard he could throw and sent something flying straight for your face. Luckily, you ducked just in time and the vase shattered on the wall right behind your head. You both fell silent, staring at each other.

Now, Dre was about to apologise. Though the moment you bolted out of the room, clearly scared by his outburst, he quickly gave chase down the hall of your apartment, moving much faster than you did.

He caught up to you in a matter of seconds, grabbing your arm and pulling you as roughly as humanly possible to a stop. As his anger blinded him, Dre grabbed your waist and picked you up, proceeding to slam your back and head against the wall with brute force.