Charles chased after him, coming up from behind him.
They held the pocket knife to his throat, making it as quiet as can be.
"You don't want to wake her up,"
He swallowed hard and held her hands up. "Okay, okay, you're crazy. I don't want to deal with that. Just tell her I am coming back from her. I'll wait until she leaves here." He decided, not wanting to deal with the crazy person who owned the house.
"If you think you're man enough." He slurred, the adrenaline was lessening in his body and the alcohol was taking more of an effect. "I just want my girl, she loves me and I know it. She just likes to be chased."
"Did you.... Did you cut me?" He asked, narrowing his gaze. "No one cuts me!" He threw his arm back, trying to hit the guy before turning and punching the person in the gut.
Hazel opened her eyes at the loud sounds and pulled the covers up to her chin. She listened to what sounded like her ex's groans before standing slowly.
"What... What's going on?" She asked as she opened the door.
He tried to pull at the knife. When he heard her voice he smirked. "Hazel, I knew you still wanted me."
He started to caugh up blood and Hazel's eyes went wide. "Charles... I don't want him killed." She said softly, afraid the wound was too great already. Sure Hazel wanted him out of his life, but killing him wasnt the only way.