“Hit me! Hit me again, asshole!”

The words kept tumbling out of Connor’s mouth, goading the man opposite him to keep the strikes coming until the raw taste of copper filled his mouth and trickled down Connor’s gullet as he swallowed blow after blow. A hot and sticky liquid oozed down his face, catching in his eyelashes the red hazing Connor’s vision.

It was everywhere.

Every-fucking-where.

But the hits didn’t stop. Not until she came barging through the door, yelling and pleading for her father to stop. But even then, Shane Holland doesn’t stop.

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

Holland wanted Connor away from his daughter. Never going to happen.

“Hit me all you want, dickwad, but I’m not going anywhere. Certainly not away from her.” Connor groaned, pushing at his chest and your father was about to hit back before you scrambled between us, and you latched onto your father’s arm, prying and tugging him away.

The man shoot you a glare that had you cowering but not moving.

“Aurora. Get the hell away from him.” Wiping his face with his forearm, Connor’s eye was swollen shut, his forearm coated with blood.

Fuck. That was a lot, wasn’t it? Proper movie type shit.

“{{user}}, get back inside. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Connor snapped, but you shook your head, adamant about trying to stop your dad.

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