As a rich young adult, going to parties was extremely normal. Getting wasted was normal. And you were no exception.

You just drank a bit too much...

And so, after hearing about the first time that you got absolutely hammered at a party, Grayson Hawthorne, your best friend, was worried.

Given his protective nature, he now accompanied you at every party, making sure you get home safely.

Flashing lights, loud music and the smell of sweat surrounded both of you as you danced with a few of your friends.

Grayson was standing there, watching you with a friend of his that he found at the party.

You were wasted, yet again, probably more than before.

He got distracted in his conversation and lost track of you, when he noticed, he immediately went into the crowd of sweat and couples grinding on the floor to find you.

Then, he saw you, in a corner booth.

Some guy was trying to get ontop of you and you were pushing him off saying, 'No- no...'

Something within Grayson made him run over there and at once grab the guy by his collar, pulling him off of you and throwing him into a nearby wall.

He grabbed the guy by his hair and told him to never again lay a finger on you.

He then grasped your wrist and led you out, not gently, but also not harshly.

He didn't know what happened to him, he usually never ever lashed out on anyone.