PJ's POV
"Get out of my house!!" the drunk said. I scowled "your freshs father correct?" I asked stepping forward.

"That son of a bitch." He said. That angered me so much. I can't believe this drunk ass man would talk about my Fresh like that. "Yes , I'm that son of a bitches father. Why?" He said. I growled and grabbed him by his collar of his shirt. He was as tall as me and smelled like shit. "You hurt him correct?" I said almost snapping right now.

"Why do you care? Of course I hit that piece of shit! Why not? He deserved it. Its not like anybodys gonna find out. Or anybody would care. Haha! No one loved that mistake except for his fucked up mother." he said

I snapped.

I threw him.

Hard.

I growled and walked to the chair, picking it up and throwing it at him. It broke and pieces fell around him.

"I love him. I care about him. And I'm here so you will stop hurting him!" I yelled. I picked him up again.

"I don't want my fresh getting hurt again. Stop hurting him. Before I hurt you more." I said growling under my breath. He scowled and pushed me back. He was surprisingly strong for a drunk. He took one of the broken chair legs and hit it against my head.
That hurt. I winced but fought back. For fresh. My sweet fresh. I'm not letting him get hurt. Ever. Again.

I punched back. Kicked back. With all my might. He did the same but started faltering. He should get hurt just like fresh did. He should get punished. I should put him in jail...or better yet ...

Kill him

I hit harder. He did the same. It hurt but I wasn't gonna give that away. The fight went on and on. He persisted to not lose and so was I. I'm not gonna give up either. I am not gonna let him continue to hurt fresh. And I am not gonna lose.

We crushed objects over each others head he couldn't hear the downstairs door open. But I did. Fresh. Schools over all ready? No. What if this drunk leaves the room before the fights over and hurts fresh. I can't-

My thoughts were cut off by the drunk hit me across the head.

Freshs POV
I walked home. I sighed and walked in. Sensing something was up. Probably school lunch messing with me. I walked in closing door behind me. I looked around and stopped in my tracks when I heard noises upstairs. Weird. Honestly I've been worried all day about PJ. I didn't see him at school since this morning. Its been bothering me. 

But a thud from upstairs changed my thoughts. Whats my da- lucifer doing up their. I look up at the stairs. I wanted to go up. And see what he was doing. Did he fall. Is he passed out again. If so I could go look for PJ.  I know I am not supposed to go up their. But. It sounded weird. Somehow Bad. Like I don't know.

I take a deep breath and slowly go up the stairs. Footsteps creaking. and hesitantly open the door. I see lucifer and PJ ON THE FLOOR. I run to him. I hold him close for a second. And I checked his pulse.  but before I could call for help lucifer slammed me into the wall. I wince. He slowly goes to me and grabs me by my throat and I kicked back.

I tried to fight back for once. He hurt PJ. He hurt him. He took it to far. He scowled. "I'll get rid of you one and for all." he said voice getting darker. My eyes widened as he squeezed tighter. It hurt. It felt like fire in my chest and throat. I grabbed at his hand. No no. This can't happen. I needed to help PJ. Or he will hurt PJ. He will kill him. I can't. I can't let. That happen.

I was losing my air. "P-PJ." I reach my hand out for him. As for as I could. Maybe he would hear me. Maybe he'll wake up. Maybe. I think before things go blurry. And everything darkens.

I love you PJ.