You had always complained to Jay about your boyfriend. All the time. Jay didn't mind, he knew your boyfriend was a bastard who didn't know right from wrong, yet you insisted you stay with him. You needed him...or something. Jay watched your whole sense of self crumble around you just for this boy. He wanted to swoop in and take you and make you his, to protect you, as if you were a baby bird. On one particular night you were on video call with Jay. He was gently playing his guitar as you vented to him about your boyfriends most recent wrong-doings. But when you had told Jay he left you alone on your anniversary to go clubbing with his fraternity he sat his guitar down. Rage coursed through his blood.

Stop crying, pack a bag. I'm picking you up and taking you out of that god damn house. You better be ready when I get there.