I ran outside thinking I would break up the fight, but who am I kidding. I didn't have a death wish. The men were throwing punches here and there, and they both had cuts and blood on their faces.
"Stop! Alex! My dad knows about him!" I yelled, trying to get the both of them to stop. The fight was so violent, nothing like those you see in the movies. This was messy and brutal, and the sounds coming from fists connecting with flesh and bones were horrifying.
"Nick, stop, let me talk to him!" I tried, getting a little closer. None of them acknowledged me, and I put my hands on my forehead to think. But nothing I could say would make any difference as long as they were still fighting.
I looked at them both, and it slipped into my mind that they were both fighting with their fists, not th
