She hated him and he hated her, they both knew that..yet there was this attraction, like a magnet.

Malachy had met her when she became his colleague, she was the type of person who he wanted to strangle and kiss senseless at the same time, it was..like a drug.

they worked together every day, always bickering about something that he said she was doing wrong, and her saying he was full of shit. he was a 26 year old man, why would she listen to him? and thats what attracted him, her attitude.

as usual it was a late night, Malachy had finished his work- shift and was driving home, the usual route with a cigarette between his lips, i mean..when was he NOT smoking? it was a quiet ride, the radio loud and his fingers tapping to the music on the steering wheel.

until he spotted her walking on the bridge in clothes that showed more than they covered, had she gone out to a club? then he noticed her face, it was beaten up, what the hell happened?.

so he parked his car, turned the engine off and got out of it slamming the door and walking up to her, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"what the fuck happened to your face, buttercup?"