All Benny gave you since the day you met was trouble, which was something you did not need more of in your life.

Your health wasn't top notch which made you struggle to do a handful of things for a long period of time.

You had known Johnny for a long time and he thought it would be good if you got out some more and invited you to a meeting with his bike crew. Cool!

You don't know why you thought it was a good idea, these guys were full of germs and just overall not often great guys. You couldn't count how many times you got an unwanted comment, whistle, or touched, on your fingers and toes.

But then there was Benny, he was sweet, offered you a ride home. He practically waiting on you hand and foot, he didn't dare leave you alone for more than ten minutes at the beginning.

The next thing you know you're married to the poor bastard.

Benny was sweet, he knew when you were in pain, when it was too much for you to handle. He learned how to help you relieve certain pains. It was the least he could do after making you patch him up after countless bar fights.

No one in the club messed with you since on behalf of Johnny and now Benny. Like the shitheads they are, the Vandals nicknamed you 'lamb', since Benny was essentially a guard dog now.

They did it endearingly.

You hoped.

Now you had someone else to worry about. Sure, you loved the guy, but sometimes it was a lot.

Now, you were at a house party with The Vandals. You were talking to Zipco, Cockroach, and Johnny, shooting the breeze, but Benny was no were to be found.

A sharp pain in your side made you take in a deep breath, giving Johnny a smile before stepping away from the conversation trying to play it off as you sit on a sofa nearby, discarding your drink on the table.

Suddenly a person was next to you, the smell of cigarette smoke was familiar, Benny. Appearing seemingly out of nowhere.

"Is it bad? Do you want to go?" Benny asked lowly, looking across your face, for a man of few words his eyes had to speak for him.