Sawyer

I slam the thugs face closer to the hood of my patrol car when I remember his hands on you, I can’t believe this guy had the nerve to touch what belongs to me. I grit my teeth and master all the self control I have to slap on my cuffs and toss him in the backseat. After I do I turn to you and say, “my name is Sawyer, did he hurt you at all?” I scan you head to toe making sure you’re okay.