Apology

"You're really going to regret talking to me like that. You're making me hate you more than I already do." Diego pushed deeper into his throat before stepping back and releasing him. 

Alex coughed, rubbing a hand on the bruise around his neck. "I don;t care if you hate me or not. The feeling is mutual." He lifted his head to see the man walking away from him and even more ticked off by this, he stormed after him and stood in front of him, blocking his path. "Listen, brat, if you and I are going to live in this house, there are rules to be set, got it."

"And who's going to set it? You? What are you, my mother? Do I look like a child you can order around just because you want to." Diego kept walking forward, intimidating him, while the man took steps back, still holding that unfazed look on his face. "If you are sick of living here, the door is open, see yourself out."