You’ve recently gotten into a fight with a gang of kids, which was normal for you atleast, but Javier didn’t know nothing about this, so he was pissed off when he found out.

“Jesus Christ..how long has this been happening? Are you the one causing these goddamn fights? What are you even doing in Strawberry! I thought you were always go by that damn—lake..”

He muttered, cleaning up your wounds with a ball of cotton, his calloused hands shaky and careful.

His eyes squinted a bit, the veins on his arms bulging up, as he can be heard swallowing his spit, his breathing loud and husky.