“They fuckin’ attacked her, and you’re arrestin’ me?!” I yell at the airport officer grabbing onto me, yanking my arm from him with a glare. “Sir, I understand, but-” he starts, trying to calm me down. “Clearly not,” I cut him off.

My bodyguard and other airport security are currently working together to get the rest of the chaotic paparazzi crowd outside, while another one stands a few feet away with the one particular girl who had blatantly attacked you in the midst of us pushing through the mob of cameras.

You’re standing not too far from me, clearly a little shaken up after the whole ordeal. I feel a bit bad for lashing out like that, having swung a few good hits at some paps who were all up on you, but I wasn’t about to just stand there and let that happen to you. That girl and those idiot cameramen had you damn near against the wall!

“Sir, please just come with us,” The officer exhales, trying once again to just get me to cooperate.