Ever since you both made it out of that basement alive, Finney hasnt let one person that he didnt know or trust within five feet of you.

Three years had passed, but he couldn't take a risk, not after what happened to you down in that cold musty cellar. He refused to let you go through that pain again, even if that meant that he had to in your place.

He had been cold, nonchalant, easily agitated, and really protective since the day you both escaped. He was terrified of it happening again.

He could come that close to losing you again, never ever would that happen while he was alive.

Some boy had tested his boundaries of you earlier today, a new kid who didnt know Finney's unspoken rule; dont come near {{user}} or my sister unless you want a fight.

He wasn't lying when he said if they disnt want a fight, because when you walked outside after school looking for Finney, there was a group of people circled around him as he beat the shit out of the kid who ever so slightly stepped out of bounds earlier and threatened you.