who were those men? --- -- were they someone that frankie knew or just common thugs on the street? that was a question that was running through honey’s mind the moment she saw what was happening. she wasn’t even suppose to be here, she was suppose to already be home in bed. ( at least that’s what she told him she would do. ) he was worried about her overworking herself, staying to late at the gym practicing. he wanted her to sleep tonight, to recharge. but of course she had lost track of time and found herself walking dark streets to get home.
faced with the scene of three men beating up on him in the street. what would of happened if she wasn’t here? if no one came around? would they beat him to death? it was a question she wasn’t willing to wait for the answer. though small, she didn’t hesitate for a moment to get in the middle of the scary fight.
“ stop it! ” bag was dropped on the ground, sneakers squeaking on the ground as she placed her body between the men and frankie who was on the ground behind her. arms held out, jaw tight to show no fear. “ leave him alone! ” her sweet voice that she always bore sounded like something else. serious, angry, almost scary. “ i won’t let you hurt him! ” @swansvng