Sky listened to Alex, his brows furrowed. Gripping Alex even tighter, his knuckles became white from how hard he was holding him. "Me drinking has fucking nothing to do with you. Our relationship has nothing to do with why I drink or how often I drink. It's not about our fucking relationship Alex." Sky said, his tone sharp and cold. Yes, drinking ruined last night, but it shouldn't mean that every time he drinks, it's an issue. Breathing in deeply, his brows stayed furrowed as he clenched his jaw. He was getting fumed at this point.

Alex's fingers curled into a tight fist as he felt Skylar's grip on his wrist tighten. Now... now it was starting to hurt, but he had absolutely no intention of revealing that to Skylar. So, he kept his gaze fixed on the man before him, and his mouth shut as he listened to him. "Really? Because it seems like it has a great deal to do with our relationship." He shot back, and it did. Before, he hadn't minded when Skylar drank or how much... but after last night, he didn't want to be around him when he was drunk, didn't want to smell the alcohol on his breath or deal with the way he fucking acted when he was intoxicated. Had it been last night? He wondered if he had begun to think about just how little his time around him was spent with Skylar actually being sober. It certainly seemed that way, last night he'd been forced to think and take a hard look at a lot of fucking things... this was only one. "Can you let me go?" He said as he watched him, though he didn't try to pull his wrist free this time around. "Clearly this conversation isn't going anywhere..." He added, annoyance in his tone.

Shaking his head again, he found the anger boiling up. It was at a point where Sky couldn't take it anymore. Quickly and aggressively, he brought his free hand up and hit the wall. He missed Alex's head by a few inches, not that he was trying to hit him, but he came close. "Im not letting go until it gets through your fucking brain that my drinking has nothing to do with our relationship!" Sky said, raising his voice, anger clear in his tone. "I was an addict way before I met you." Sky then said, his voice lowering and laced with shame. His hand stayed planted on the wall beside Alex's head.

Alex froze, eyes widening slightly in surprise when Skylar brought his free hand up, and he found himself flinching as it soared toward and then past him to connect aggressively with the wall. He hadn't ever been fearful of Sky before, and perhaps he wouldn't be now if his father's hitting him last night wasn't fresh in his mind, but he was. His heart was racing, and his breath caught in his throat. He listened to Skylar's words; the sharpness of his anger was only because he was frozen to the spot. Hearing him admit that he was an addict way before they met sure as hell didn't make this any better. Alex knew that he had been, knew that this wasn't Skylar's first dance with alcohol or drugs, and maybe in that aspect it didn't have anything to do with their relationship. He should feel bad for making Skylar this upset, for drawing forth shame from his expression and tone, but he couldn't bring himself to. He was too upset, and so, as the fear began to dissipate, anger flaring in its place once more, he clenched his jaw. "And that somehow is supposed to excuse everything?" He asked, anger thick in his tone. He shook his head as if in answer to his own question and moved to try and step away from the wall towards the front door once again, and again he tried to jerk his arm free from Skylar's grasp as he did so.

Sky kept his eyes on Alex's, refusing to look away. Being aggressive was a common issue with Skylar, but he never would have thought he'd ever become this aggressive with Alex. It was probably because he was drunk, but that doesn't excuse. As soon as he felt Alex move, using the hand that was placed against the wall, he pushed him back by his chest. Not backing down, he kept his grip on Alex's wrist firm, even as Alex tried to jerk his arm away. "I wasn't saying that it was." Sky said, his tone sharp and laced with anger.

Alex never would have thought that he would be here, in this position with Skylar, but perhaps he should have, considering things had escalated similarly in the past. When he found himself being pushed back against the wall by his chest once again, he grunted and looked up at Skylar in surprise and anger. Why wouldn't he just let him go? Things would only get worse from here, Alex knew that because he was too pissed and too upset to let this go, and Skylar.... well, Skylar was the same way; only the alcohol was worsening it, it seemed. Feeling Sky's grip on his hand remain firm and painfully tight, he continued to try to pull his wrist free, shaking his head. "You keep saying that your drinking has nothing to do with our relationship... but when it comes to fucking things up like last night... like right now.... it sure as hell is part of it regardless of what you think." He said coolly as he looked up at him.

Removing his hands from Alex's chest, he let them fall to his side. Skylar then looked over to the side, shaking his head and sucking his teeth. Quickly in one swift movement, he looked back at Alex and uppercutted his upper abdomen. It was then that Skylar let go of Alex's wrist. "Talk about my drinking again." Skylar said, his eyes locked onto Alex. Finally, Sky stepped back every so slightly. Shaking his head lightly, he watched Alex's reaction to the punch with an almost smug look on his face. After all, Alex was just a weak pussy. Scoffing, he continued to keep his eyes locked on Alex's every move.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared Alex for what came next. It was one thing to punch the wall next to his head, another thing to end up sending a fist into his upper abdomen. Because it had been so unexpected, Alex hadn't had time to block or dodge it, not that he would have really been able to do either. He'd never physically fought anyone before, and yet in the span of two days, he found himself being hit by two people he never would have thought would lay a hand on him. The punch he'd received to the gut knocked the air out of him, and he doubled over with a gasp, his eyes watering at both the pain and his attempt to regain the breath that had been stolen from him. His gaze was on the floor for a long while, and only when he heard Skylar did he look up at him. He wasn't sure what he expected to see, but smugness mingling with the anger wasn't it. Instead, it shocked and mortified him, but more than that, it hurt, as if his heart had been the part of him that had taken the fist and not his abdomen. Damn it.... He wanted to scream... wanted to cry... but more than anything, he wanted, no, he needed to get out of there. Despite the pain in his abdomen, he forced himself to straighten and willed the tears to keep from falling. He moved to push Skylar out of the way. He didn't say anything as he turned to quickly move to the door; he didn't stop to put on his shoes. Instead, he grabbed them along with his backpack and reached to jerk the door open.

Scoffing, he watched Alex's quick movements as he got out of his house. Sky was quick to follow him. "Nuh uh, I'm not done with you." Sky stated, pushing Alex a bit further outside before spinning him around to face him. Within seconds, Sky's fist was making contact with Alex's cheek. His other fist then swung to give him another blow to the stomach, this time aiming more for his side. Sky's actions were aggressive, but also a bit sloppy since he was drunk. Rage was coursing through his veins, and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. Bringing his fist up again, he threw another hit to Alex's face.

Alex was desperate to get out of there, to go back to school and try and pretend like this hadn't happened. He shouldn't have come here in the first place, should have remained distant until things had settled down... until his anger and rage had cooled enough not to launch into Skylar the moment he'd caught the scent of alcohol. Later... once they'd both calmed down, he'd have to apolo- that thought didn't get a chance to finish before he found himself being spun around, his head jerking to the side when Skylar's fist met his cheek. He barely had time to retaliate or defend himself when another fist was sent toward him, and another, and another, his face and side throbbing and aching with such ferocity that he wasn't sure what to do with it. And then there was the fact that the second blow to the stomach had knocked the air he'd just managed to regain out of him again. His knees nearly buckled, but he managed to keep himself upright, only to have Skylar's fist crash into his face again. He wasn't sure if he'd cried out then, the pain blooming in the same place his father had hit him the night before, only that he'd heard someone cry, the sound fearful, pained, and desperate.