Helpless

Through the Wire

My blood ran cold when I saw that man touch her. I had promised myself that I wouldn't let anyone get near nor touch Jen. I didn't care who he was, all I knew is that I had to take action. Immediately.

"Don't fucking touch her," I growled, grabbing his hand and yanking it away from Jen.

The man looked shocked. For a moment, he just looked at me.

"Johnny, don't," I heard Jen behind me.

But I was in no mood to reassure Jen. I wanted to send a clear message to the man standing in front of me. And to any motherfucker that dared to ever come near Jen again.

"Never fucking touch, her again," I warned him.

"Woah," he said backing away from me. "Sir, I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

"Really?" I asked. I felt the sarcasm pour out of me like venom. "Because you came across as a piece of shit."

"Stop it," Jen hissed.

I needed to get Jen away from here.

"Jen, go back with your parents," I finally said, not even looking at her. I wanted to make sure that I kept my eyes solely on him.

"What? Why?" she asked.

Just then I noticed a look on this man's face. He was beginning to get agitated. He seemed annoyed that I was asking Jen to leave.

"Calm down, man," he began. "She's old enough to decide if she wants to stay."

Fuck this guy.

"You," I began to walk toward him. There was no way I was going to let this idiot try to dictate how I chose to protect Jen. She was my girlfriend. His opinion was not needed. "You will mind your fucking business. And you will never talk to her again."

"Johnny, please," Jen begged, grabbing my arm.

I was beginning to lose my patience.

"Go back with your parents," I screamed. "Now!"

I didn't turn around to look at her, but I knew she had finally run off to her parents. I was harsh. I knew that. But I needed for her to understand that the situation was not ideal for her. And this clown was not listening to my warnings. I knew this was going to get ugly.

"Jesus," the man shook his head. "What is wrong with you?"

"It's none of your fucking business," I growled. "Jen is my girlfriend, and I am trying to keep assholes like you away from her."

"Yeah, I recognized you," he almost spat. "You're the almighty Johnny Depp. That still doesn't give you the right to disrespect her like that."

"I wasn't disrespecting her," I answered.

"I don't know how you treat women," he began. "Well, maybe I do. Judging from that little spectacle and the last relationship you were in."

Who the fuck did he think he was?

"You think that by you bringing up my past," I smiled disingenuously, "that I will back down from you. You don't intimidate me. Your words don't intimidate me. I don't give a fuck what you heard or what you read. This has nothing to do with that."

"Look man," he tried cutting me off.

"I don't even know who you are," I continued. "I don't even care."

"I'm Fernando," he answered.

So, this was the famous Fernando. I hadn't expected him to be here. I knew he was friends with the family. But hell, Alex was also friends with the family and look how that turned out. There was no way he was ever going to be alone with Jen. Ever.