Dear journal,
I found something interesting today. A met a wonderful, beautiful, talented little thing named May. She's as short and sweet as the month she's named after. She's everything the Haus of Lyon needs but I don't know how to get her on my...
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Dear Journal,
Funny story But I'm sitting in a police station, writing in my journal.
Technically, I'm being detained until my lawyer gets here. James is next to me with a black eye and a split lip, all thanks to May. I've been here since last night, and she's glaring daggers at the policeman as he explains that I'm in the wrong. I guess I am, since I also punched James in the face.
Let me rewind and recall the events. Looks like I attract drama after all.
After May didn't come home, I went to find her.
I searched my office and found her there with James, who was threatening her. I don't know how or why he got past security, but I remember seeing red and punching him. I don't remember much of it. According to May, she's never seen me that angry. I hope she's not scared of me.
When I came to; his face was a bloody mess, there's blood on my knuckles, May is crying into my chest, and an officer is handcuffing James and I.
Public displays of violence aren't so popular these days.
I had good reason to punch the shit out of him. He laid his hands on May and that was unforgivable.
I've heard rumors about James for years now, and all of them have one thing in common—the way he treats women, especially those working for him. May told me one night how he used to harass her and how my ex used to make trouble for her out of jealousy. It just made me hate them more. And now, those bastards had the audacity to touch May when she was in my office.
He threatened her, and I couldn't stand by. I had to act. My father might have been a snobbish piece of shit, but he was well-connected. His lawyer is one of his friends, and he's on his way.
I can't stop thinking about May. She's giving me a look right now, one that says to stop writing and pay attention to what's happening. I hope she knows that everything I did was for her, to protect her. I can't bear the thought of losing her or seeing her hurt. I've never felt this way about anyone before.
James is muttering something under his breath, but I can't be bothered to listen. I'll deal with him later. Right now, all I want is to get out of here and make sure May is safe.
