"Hey, hey, hey..." Frankie held your face.

I'm gonna kill him. He thought as he saw the split lip, hand marks on your neck and disheveled appearance. Oh, how much he hated a man who touched women. He shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it around yours, keeping you upright against him.

"Easy, baby... Get in the truck..."

Frankie was gentle and soft as he spoke to you. Your boyfriend had just given you the beating of your life. Frankie had gotten a text from you and knowing you, you didn't want to tell your dad. Likely because you knew he'd hunt down your boyfriend and make him wish he was never born.

But Frankie was gonna do it anyway. Because he was gonna kill the motherfucker for putting his hands on you.