Marshmallow | JJK

02.

I was beyond just confused and wanted to get out. I mean... I don't have a good body, at all, but a woman's a woman... and men are dogs. All they want to do is fuck bitches and get money, literally.

Not only was I confused to the point I could not even explain what was going on or even begin to properly go through all the thoughts in my head, but I was so inferior to do anything. I tried backing up, one of them behind me— that I didn't notice —decided to place their filthy hands on my nonexistent waist, slowly traveling upwards until a very stern voice pierced through the atmosphere.

"Who the fuck are you?" Said the man, I didn't see him at first, but he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out of the circle of those dastardly men. "Baby, are you alright?"

His eyes... his eyes somehow entranced me as I tried to understand what was happening, they were so soft and doe like... and they were sparkling.

He then turned his gaze back at the group, and they backed up, "Who's idea was it to ambush my girlfriend?" He snapped aggressively, yet in a calm manor.

Chest puffed, hands balled into fists, he stood in front of me and I swore I saw one of them piss their pants in the corner of my eye as I hid behind him.

"H—hey, listen man, we didn't know she was uh... your girlfriend."

They all lowered their heads, feeling guilty and shaking like a bad dog getting caught for doing something they weren't supposed to do.

"If any of you decide to touch her 'fine zebra lookin ass', again, I'll rip your head off with my bare hands and let you rot." He huffed, sounding angrier than before, "Now get lost."

With that, he sent them running away— no, bolting into whatever direction it was as long as it was opposite from him.

I too was shaking, and I couldn't help but let a few tears fall down my face.

'Why... why would he do such a thing... for someone like me?'

After he made sure none of them were in sight, he turned back around with a worried expression, speaking softly, so much so that it shocked me. He was my savior, if an angel in human form had walked the earth it had to be him. "Hey, are you alright, hun? Did they hurt you?"

I didn't want to say, so I just shook my head as if it was okay. Even though, it really wasn't.

I didn't know what to say other stutter a "th—thank you..." I was on the verge of crying, I didn't want to seem weak, even though I am, I wanted to hold some form of my pride— if you could call it that —as long as I could. "Thank you... thank you, so much!" I croaked.

Before I knew it, the tears I tried to hold back came streaming down my face. I was red, light headed, a horrid and visible mess. I couldn't help but bawl my eyes out in front of the man who managed to save me from things I can't even begin to imagine.

His arms made its way around me somehow, hugging me, making me feel warm and comforted. He was gentle, so gentle, and in that soft voice of his, he spoke again, "It's okay, let it all out." Rubbing my back as if I were a child, trying to make me forget that anything happened. And yet, I am a child in this moment...