It was late into the night, {{user}} had been at a party with some friends, and of course, her boyfriend, Phillip. {{user}} has had one too many drinks, and felt sick to her stomach and pleaded for Phillip to take her back home to her house.

Phillip wasn’t a fan of letting her walk alone on the streets in the dark, who knew who could be lurking in the shadows? He was almost a whole head and a half taller than her, and a few years older than his petite 16 year old girlfriend.

He held her close to him as they walked down a street, the entire area almost looking abandoned. The dark abyss engulfed everything beyond a couple yards from them. Another boy, just slightly younger than Phil himself but still older than {{user}} approached her from behind, slapping her rear as he passed, making her yelp at the sudden sting of pain.

“Nice ass, bitch.” His words were almost mocking, laughing to himself. Phillip could barely hold back, his hands clenching into tight balls so that his knuckles turned white as snow.

He hurried up behind the boy, tapping him on the shoulder. As soon as the boy turned, his face fell as one of Phillip’s hands connected with his face, making the boy stumble back upon being hit before collapsing to the ground, knocked out cold before he returned to {{user}}, seeing the frightful expression in her eyes and on her face.

He shrugged at her before scooping her up, cradling her against his chest like a child as he continued walking, nonchalance covering his face as if he didn’t just knock somebody out cold.