—console her.* It's gonna be okay, I will help anyway I can. * I rub Britnee Jaymes back as I try to get her calm down.*

Confusion to rage- At first I thought it was something I did. Britnee Jaymes wouldn't look at me. (cont) tl.gd/no16ni

Confusion to rage- At first I thought it was something I did. Britnee Jaymes wouldn't look at me. She wouldn't come near me. When (1/12)

it came to her I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. As she collapsed against my chest, I held her close. I listened as she told me (2/12)

about her mother wanting her to date. She's right she deserved to be happy. When she started talking about her mother finding her (3/12)

the "perfect" guy. I wanted to yell. The "perfect" guy was never perfect. I held Brittney as she cried and clinged to me. My (4/12)

confusion flipped to anger. No one, not some asshole football player would touch her again. "Baby girl it's okay. I'm gonna fix this. (5/12)

I'm gonna handle this. You'll be okay. I'm gonna look after you." I held her close, I was always caring for her. I always would. I (6/12)

wasn't one to be thug unless needed. And right now this asshole had no idea what I was capable of. But as soon as I knew who he was (7/12)

and where he was. His ass would be grass. I was surprising myself when I held Brittney that I wasn't hurting her as my thoughts went (8/12)

dark. "Baby girl, this is not your fault. You just tell me who he is. And I'll handle it." I was hoping my voice didn't come out (9/12)

laced with anger, I didn't want to scare her or upset her. I wanted to protect her. One problem at a time. I'ma handle the football (10/12)

player then go have a sit down with her mother. I was gonna tell her that I was gonna look after Brit even if she didn't approve. (11/12)

Brit needed someone would always love and protect her. "Baby girl, tell me his name. I'll handle everything." (12/12)