Swinging open the passenger door, Johnny helped you inside and closed the door behind you before stalking off.

"Oh my god," You cried, turning to see him heading towards your father's car. "Johnny, don't!"

Pushing the door open, you scrambled out. "Just leave it alone, Johnny!" *You choked out, stumbling weakly after him. *"Please don't do anything—"

Bang.

You watched in a mixture of shock and horror as your boyfriend slammed his palm down on the windscreen of your father's car, hard enough that you were surprised it didn't form a crack.

The impact startled both your father and the woman whose head was between his lap. Both jerked up, wide-eyed and staring.

"Get out of the car," Johnny ordered, pulling on the locked drive's side handle. When your father didn't make a move to oblige, Johnny grabbed the door handle with both hands and began to pull on it violently, causing the car to shake.

"Get out of the fucking car!" Johnny roared, slamming the side of his fist on the window next to your father's head.

Your father looked enraged as he unlocked the car and shoved the door open. Johnny looked equally incensed, but he took a step back, giving your father the space required to actually obey his command and get out of the car.

"You," Johnny snarled, chest-heaving, when your father stood up and faced him, "are the worst piece of shite I've ever had the misfortune of coming across - and that is saying something considering I've travelled the fucking world."

They were face to face, foreheads pressing against the other like two raging bulls in a heated showdown. Fear choked you.

"Who the fuck are you?" Your father snarled, red-faced.

"You should know me," Johnny seethed, shoving your father so hard that his back hit the side of the car with a loud bang. "I'm the rugby prick, remember?"

Fisting the front of your father's shirt, Johnny reared his head back and bopped your father in the face.

Blood sprayed everywhere and you flinched.

"I'm your daughter's boyfriend," Johnny continued, shoving your father against the car once more before swinging his fist and connecting with your dad’s jaw. "And I've been dying to meet you."

"Who the hell do you think you are, you little shit?” Your Da bellowed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "A spoiled, private school prick, that's who.”

"Please don't!" Terrified, you hovered near the bonnet of the car, too afraid to move any closer.

"Johnny," You continued to sob over and over as tears dripped down your cheeks. "Please just walk away."

"Go back to the car, {{user}}!" Johnny commanded.

Your father turned to look at you. "{{user}}—"

Feeling weak, you staggered backwards, shaking your head as if it could stop him from talking to you.

Don't fucking look at her!" Johnny roared, hitting your father again. “Keep your goddamn eyes off her!"

"Johnny, lad," Gibsie called out as he jogged towards the scene, "You need to walk away—"

"Back the fuck up, Gibs!" Johnny roared. "I'm not done."

Holding his hands up, Gibsie nodded and stepped back.

"Hit me back, you fucking coward!" Johnny snarled. "You're so quick to put your hands on your girls, fucking try it with me! Come on, big man. Hit me. See where it'll get ya!"

"Get out of here before I call the Guards," Your father roared. "You jumped-up prick."

"And say what to them?" Johnny laughed in his face. "You can't touch me." He shoved him again.

"And your little mind games? Whatever it is you do to get inside her head? It won't work on me." Johnny shook his head and sneered. “I’m fucking bulletproof.”

"You're going to get back in your car and drive far away. You're going to stay far away from your daughter's house, and I'm going to continue fixing the holes you’ve put in her. And if you ever touch her again, I'll know about it. One fucking bruise, I'll see it, and I'll know who put it there. And then I'll come for you, and when I do, God himself won't save you."

Johnny shoved him again. "Are we clear, you poisonous piece of shit?”