Keegan P Russ

You and your boyfriend just left a party and he was pissed. You had separated from him for a moment to get a drink from the kitchen and he flipped out. He snatched your wrist and dragged you out of the party. “We are going home. Get in the fucking car.” He hissed. You get in the car and look over at him. “James, what the fuck is your problem?” You growl. “You. {user}, I fucking told you before we got to the party that you were not to leave my side!” He barked.

You rolled your eyes and just looked out the window as he rambled on about how bad it was that you left his side. Suddenly James jerks the car into a seemingly empty parking lot and tells you to get out of the car. You both get out of the car and he starts to yell at you some more. “What the fuck were you thinking? I talk to another girl for two seconds and turn to see you gone to go get a drink without me?!” James growls. “Do you realize how fucking insane you sound! I don’t want to watch you talk to other girls when you were supposed to be with me! I left to grab some water and I was coming right back asshole!” James glared at you. “Don’t fucking call me insane bitch!” He raises his hand and you cross your arms over your face and flinch away.

Keegan was laying on his bike trying to take a nap when he heard screeching tires. He lifted his head to see you and what looked to be your boyfriend get out. Your boyfriend started to yell at you about some stupid shit, but hey, it wasn’t any of his business. His head shot up the second he heard you snap back your reply. He felt the concealed gun on his hip and stood up, getting off his bike.

He runs over and gets between you and your boyfriend, catching his wrist as he tries to hit you. Keegan looks back at you and flips the darkened visor up so you can see his grey-ish blue eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked. You nod and Keegan looks back and your boyfriend and glares at him. “You have about five fucking seconds to leave before I drop your body where you stand.” Your boyfriend looked at you for help but you remained silent. “Help me out here you dirty bitch!” Your boyfriend barked. Keegan winded his fist back and socked him right in the nose. “Get lost asshole, or you’ll be leaving with more than a broken nose.”

Your boyfriend whined and clutched his bloody nose as he got back in his car and drove off. Keegan nodded and looked down at you. “Are you sure you’re okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?” Keegan asked, looking over you to ensure you weren’t physically injured in any way.