"We dated for months and you only put out that one time," his hand was dangerously tight around her throat. "And you've been fucking this guy for how long? That right, I heard about the lawn incident. Who the fuck does that?"

Meka turned her face away from his. Panic gripped her and she knew she had to get away. "I didn't even want to have sex with you that one time, you pretty much made me!" she clenched her fist as tight as she could and with all her might she punched up, clocking him in the side of the head.

"I get it! You didn't want to fuck me then cause we were together." Kekoa wasn't deterred even though his ear was ringing on the side that Meka had punched him. "I thought this was the way sluts liked it! I know you want me!"

"Please Keko, just let me go," her whole body was shaking against him.

"No!" he said stubbornly. He pressed his face against her neck, breathing heavily. "Why won't you just love me?"

She pressed herself as close to the refrigerator as she could. She just wanted to get away from him. "I never loved you," she said quietly. Kekoa pulled his face back and looked at her, hurt clearly painting his face. Without further warning he slapped her hard across the face. Meka felt the sting and tasted blood in her mouth. It had all happened in a matter of seconds, she just couldn't believe how quickly the night was turning out to be another nightmare. Kekoa pulled his fist back for a punch and Meka did all she could. She braced herself for it.

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A while had passed since Sim had last seen Meka and since he was not going to be engaging anyone else in conversation in case he ended up in a scuffle again, he had time to wonder where she was. Maybe it was because he had watched Scream the night before, but that chick got murdered when she was going for beer, right? It didn't take much deliberation to have him pushing off the wall he was resting on and go looking for his girlfriend.

When he heard voices in the kitchen he stepped into the room just after Kekoa slapped Meka. Sim may have gotten into his fair share of fights, but beating up girls was completely unacceptable, it was like a code. When Sim saw that Kekoa wasn't done with Meka he sprang into action, within a couple of seconds he had grabbed an empty beer bottle and smashed the other boy over the head hard enough to crack the glass. He was seeing red, more red than he had ever been before as he punched Kekoa with his fists, one of which was bleeding profusely where the glass had shattered.

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With Meka's eyes pressed shut tight against the ensuing punch she never saw Sim coming. Neither did Kekoa. The scream of surprise made Meka open her eyes to see they were no longer alone. Blood was running down Kekoa's face and Sim's fist. She stood in stock silence, too scared to move. She tried to speak, to tell Sim to stop but nothing came out, she just felt silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

Kekoa had even had a chance to fight back. He sent a useless drunken punch aimed at Sim but he was disoriented, near blacking out. "You bastard!" he slurred.

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"You. Don't. Hit. Girls!" Sim yelled between punches, hardly feeling any he was recieving in return. He couldn't remember last time he was this angry but also scared. He was scared something could have happened to her. And then what?

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Kekoa sputtered and flailed but didn't really accomplish anything in return. He was getting his ass kicked and there was no denying that. "She was mine," he muttered drunkenly.

"S-Sim," Meka finally managed weakly. "Sim stop," she didn't dare move lest Kekoa get his hands on her again.

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Meka's voice brought some sort of clarity for Sim and he eventually stopped, panting and looking up at her sort of covered in blood. He looked down at his hand which was still flowing.

"I had to do it" he defended himself, looking back at Kekoa with a blank expression. No remorse came.

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Kekoa mumbled incoherently as he fell against the kitchen island. He sat there dumbly. Meka watched him in distaste as he bled from his head and face. She wiped the tears off her cheeks and nodded at Sim, finally looking at him.

She breathed deeply even though she felt like she was falling apart. "I know," she said stepping over Kekoa's legs. She wrapped her shaking arms around Sim and pressed her face into his chest. "I'm sorry," she manged in between sobs. "I didn't... I couldn't... I punched him an-and he got so mad."

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Sim smiled into Meka's hair as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "That's my girl" he muttered, his breathing slowing back to normal.

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Just being in his arms made her feel better, safer, like nothing could touch her. She smiled against him, laughing weakly. "Damn right." She hugged him for a while longer before reaching up and kissing his cheek. "Let me fix this up," she nodded.

"Accio wand," she paused and looked at Sim with big eyes. "Why couldn't I think of that five minutes ago?" Her wand flicked through the house and right into her hand. It was one of the first things she had learned to do in wandless.

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Sim knew as well as anyone that wizard or not, the last thing he resorted to in a sticky situation was his wand. For some people it was like a whole limb attached to them, but maybe he and Meka had that in common.

"It don't matter. You're okay, that's what's important" he sighed with big eyes. Opening the kitchen door he yelled at some kids he knew and pointed at Kekoa. "Get him out of here. Just leave him in the street, someone'll help him eventually" he muttered, patting one of the kids on the back before holding his hand out to Meka.

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She nodded at him weakly and smiled. Meka watched as the kids dragged Kekoa out of the kitchen and quietly hoped that he would be fine. She knew he deserved it but really it still bothered her that someone had gotten hurt.

She took his hand gently and began waving her wand over it, whispering vulnera sanentur over it. She watched the skin patch together slowly, turning from red to pink. "Did he get you anywhere else?" she asked without being able to look him in the eyes. Meka was still holding his hand in hers, almost unwilling to let go. She was ashamed that she had let it get this far, that this was the second time she had to patch him up because of Kekoa.

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Sim watched his skin mend and the blood stop flowing. When it was healed he flexed and bent his fingers. It ached but it would heal. It always did.

He hadn't even registered that he could have gotten hurt anywhere else. "Are you kiddin'? That's the second time I've kicked his ass and he hasn't touched me" he half bragged, half joked before draping his arm around Meka's shoulders and pulling her under his chin.

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She tried to laugh but all that came out was a sad little gasp and she let him pull her into him. "I love you," she cried gently into his chest, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"I'm sorry Sim. I never wanted this to happen again," she finally laughed. "I'm a god damn mess."

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"Well I fuckin' love you too, don't I?" he laughed, hugging her tightly.

"It wont happen again. He's not coming back, all you have to deal with now is my asshole friends" he joked, stroking her hair.

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She laughed; relieved, happy, and ridiculous all at the same time. "I can deal with your asshole friends so long as you can deal with my nerdy friends," she joked.

"Come on, let's get trash canned," she laughed. "Fuck being a hostess for the night, we deserve it. Just... make sure we get to bed tonight. I don't want to wake up in the kiddie pool this time," she reached up and kissed his lips.

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