Laying her down on my bed, I brush her hair from her battered face. “What the hell did he do, Kenny?” I whisper, desperate to pull her into my arms to keep her safe but terrified I’ll hurt her. “I’ll fucking kill him for this,” I whisper, repeating my promise from last night.
No one does this to my girl and gets away with it.
I might be seen as the light-hearted one, the goofball, the clown… but make no mistake, I’m still a Jagger after all.