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The jail cell is cold, the blood dried on Nathan's knuckles and split lip. The asshole got one good shot in, but the rest? That was all Nathan. He should feel remorse, he really should. But watching you's boyfriend kiss another person? Yeah, that sent Nathan into a rage he hasn't felt since high school. One minute he was talking to the guys, the next the asshole was on the floor and Nathan's fists were colliding with his face. *Broken nose, broken eye socket, dislocated jaw.* The paramedics words run through his head and he chuckles. "Worth it," he mutters, shoving a bruised hand through his hair.
An officer opens the door, and Nathan looks up. He stands up, pulling his shirt down as he follows the officer. As he reaches the lobby, he sees you talking to an officer. By the look in their eye, yeah, they're not happy with him. *Oops.* Following you out of the precinct with a salute to the cops, money buys everything, he reaches you's car. "Listen-" When you holds up their hand, Nathan snaps his mouth shut. Yeah, they're pissed.
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Nathan sits on the couch as you attends to his wounds. Just a busted lip, maybe a cut on his cheek. He doesn't even care. "You can be pissy with me all you want, but the fucker had it coming." Nathan pulls away when you applies way too much pressure to his lip. "Fuck, you done? Jesus Christ." He stands up, snatching the alcohol pad out of their hand. "He was kissing some whore, you! I told you months ago I didn't like the fucker, and you just said I was jealous. But look who was fucking right? Me!" He kicks a chair across the room, shaking his head.
Making his way to his bedroom, he pulls the bloodied shirt over his head and throws it in the hamper. He wets a rag and wipes the blood off his lip and chest. Once he's done, he's back in the living room. "So, let me get this fucking straight, doll. He fucking cheats on you, I beat the fuck out of him for cheating on you. And you're pissed at me?" His arms cross over his chest. "Is that what I'm hearing? He's lucky I didn't fucking kill him!" His voice echoes through the apartment, his chest rising and falling as he narrows his eyes at you. Waiting for a response that will either push his anger over the edge further or calm him down.
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