A Determined Person

"Fuck!" I exclaim as Bert slaps me so hard I hit the ground.
"I was right!" He exclaims with a smirk as he lays eyes on the beautiful tattooed man I was kissing minutes before.
"Fuck you, Bert! He's my fucking friend! You could never stand that I had friends aside from you! That I had people who I liked to spend my time with, you sick overbearing fuck!"
I feel my blood run cold as he makes eye contact with me, giving me a glare that could kill.
When he speaks again his voice cold and soft as he drags me to my feet. His face so close to mine that I can smell nicotine, whisky, weed, and his unbrushed teeth on my breath as he speaks, "What did you just call me, Gerald?"
That's the voice he used to scare me when we were together, but it pisses me off now, "I called you a sick fuck, Bert. What are you gonna do about it?"
I watch as he clenches a fist and pulls it up, about to throw a punch when I hear two distinct pairs of feet running towards us, before he can punch me I feel strong hands on my back pulling me away, overbalancing me to where I fall into them, Frank. He seems to be trying to get to Bert now, but Mikey gets there faster. I watch my skinny little brother, almost in slow motion, duck under his (now thrown) punch, use Bert's own momentum against him as he catches his arm, locks it in a chicken wing behind his back, and uses it to force my ex into the doorframe.
Bert almost seems to be foaming at the mouth as he spits out, "Using your little cunt of a brother to fight your battles, Jared? Really? Are you seriously that much of a pussy-"
Mikey cuts him off by painfully forcing his wrist and forearm closer to his bicep, "His name is Gerard, dickhead, and don't you ever talk to him like that again."
Bert tries to fight Mikey off but he just grabs the handful of hair left on his head and seems to attempt to pull it out, "Did I make myself clear?"
"Fuck you!" Bert spits, which makes me start to try to pull away from Frank, because no one talks to my baby brother like that. Mikey just forces Bert into the doorframe even harder, his grip somehow faltering because Bert grabs him by the belt with his unpinned armed and pulls him off and pushes him into the wet sidewalk outside, his face livid.
I pull away from Frank and run to my brother's aid but it turns out to be unneeded because Mikey sweeps Bert's legs out from under him, making him hit the concrete face first, and quickly gets to his feet. He places a knee in the small of Bert's back and hisses, "Keep. Away. From. My. Brother." I hear Bert grunt out a half-assed sound of acknowledgement and Mikey lets him up. He clambers to his feet and takes a moment to glare at me and spit before lumbering off into the rainy night.

I rush forward and pull Mikey back in the house, locking the door, and I start to check him over.
"Holy shit, Mikes-
Where the fuck did you learn to fight like that-
Are you hurt-
Holy shit did he hurt you-" I manage to sputter out, anxiously checking him for scrapes or bruises.
"A Krav Maga class I'm taking.
No.
I'm fine, Gee."
"Holy shit, kid," Frank pipes up, "remind me not to piss you off."
Mikey juts his chin towards Frank, "Likewise, I've seen you get into a bar fight, holy fuck man-"
"Wait." I say, freezing, "Micheal Way, when the fuck have you seen Frank in a bar fight. How the fuck have you seen Frank in a bar fight."
Mikey swallows, "Uhh...."

Notes

Hey y'all,
so for those who don't know, Krav Maga is an Isreali fighting style that is brutal it's a favorite of the Isreali special forces, Mossad and its fucking brutal man

also
sorry for not updating and for the short chapter, I've been going through some shit recently and haven't had the motivation to write.

Xoxo S