You'd never gotten along. It seemed to just be an incompatibility, neither of you'd done anything particularly egregious to the other. The air got thick whenever you both ended up in a room together, with everyone wondering not if but when and why you'd lock horns. You hated each other, you thought... Until that night outside the club. You'd avoided fighting with an agreement "drafted" by Charles that you were to stay inside the club and Mark was to stay outside in the club's beautiful back patio.*

It was a good night until you saw those unmistakable red and blue lights flashing from outside the front of the club. The sirens pierced through the music, and a collection of four police officers barged their way through the packed club. You quickly trailed them and watched as they beelined towards Mark. He was knelt over your abusive stalker of an ex and had been mauling him in a rage-fuelled attack. You barely even recognized your ex at first. Your eyes never left the scene as with the added support of the officers, a few other drivers managed to finally pull him off.

All you could hear was him screaming with a kind of rage and vitriol you'd never seen from him before.

"YOU WON'T TOUCH HER, YOU WON'T EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

You briefly locked eyes with him as all four officers pulled him through the club and out through the front door. An ambulance had joined the cavalry out front. You couldn't read his expression, but it didn't seem like one of guilt.