"The things you went through doesn't define you but the strength it took to be where you are now does."
He didn't say anything but immediately pulled me into a hug, my hands grazing over the scars on his back.
...
The door shut close with a echoing thud making me immediately cringe at the sound.
Sirius was really pissed. Even pissed was an underestimated word. I've never seen him this way.
From what I heard, I knew his mother was behind every ounce of anger he's felt.
I didn't run after him, I wanted to give him all the space he needs.
I sat crossed legged onto the couch and sat in my thoughts.
I don't know his full story but from what I've heard today I can immediately say that he is and will always be a strong person.
I was too busy drowning in my thoughts that I haven't even heard my phone ring.
Thankfully I managed to snap out of my thoughts and answer my phone.
"Hello?" I murmured as the loud sound of bickering echoed throughout the background.
"You need to come get him before he kills him! Please hurry." The unrecognizable voice spoke quickly.
"Get who?! Please don't tell me it's Sirius." I sighed in frustration.
"You guessed correctly now get his arse out of here before he kills the dude."
- S I R I U S -
Unwrapping my hands, I stare at my bruised and bloody knuckles.
I guess the tape didn't work after all.
Atleast I won.
I was so frustrated, and the only way I could release the tension was by fighting by that I mean, boxing.
I toss my gloves to the side of the room and sit on the bench, resting my head against the wall when the door slams open revealing the bruised apponent I'd won earlier.
"I want a fucking rematch!" He exclaimed, not one bit of amusement appearing in his tone.
"I said I-" He went to shout again but I cut him off.
"I heard you the fucking first time. Did I knock the hearing sense out of you?" I chuckled which aggravated him more.
"How's the whore doing?" He smirked as he looked at my hands.
I still had the nail polish on my fingernails that Nova had painted.
My eyes immediately hardened at the statement, my fingers curling into a subtle fist ready to pounce at any moment.
I walked over to the door and shoved him across the room, but this time I made sure to lock the door.
I didn't want any disturbance now.
"Now what did you fucking say!?" I snarled and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt.
I on the other hand was shirtless, well minutes ago I'd just won a fight so obviously I'd cool off.
"I asked how's the whore doing!" He snapped back.
I could feel my hands tighten around his neck and place pressure to the area.
I drew my hand back and threw a force filled punch to his face making it snap to the side.
I had accidentally grazed his nose which caused it to bleed profusely.
"The bitch really has you wrapped around her finger doesn't-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before I threw him to the floor, his head hitting it with a thud.
My fists met with his face continuously, by now many people have gathered at the door trying to get me to step away but I've ignored them.
He fucking spoke about her. He called her a whole. He called her a bitch.
