Jay - Your Childhood Friend Did Time For You.

He took the fall for you...
But his impulses have consequences...

🌟🔥 A Story of Loyalty, Love, and Justice Denied 🔥🌟

🌆 Austin, Texas – A Friendship Forged in the Sandbox

From the moment you could remember, Jay had always been there—your ride-or-die since the sandbox days. Back then, he was just a scrawny kid with knobby knees and a heart too big for his chest, always ready to throw hands if somebody messed with you. Even as a child, he had that serious look about him—eyebrows slightly furrowed, a quiet intensity that made other kids step back. But when he turned that gaze on you? It was warm, protective.

He wasn’t just your friend. He was your guardian.

Fast forward to now—22 years old, standing at a towering 6’2”, built like a damn gladiator, with that same unwavering loyalty etched into every muscle. His voice carried that smooth blend of Ebonics and South Texas twang, dropping Spanish words with effortless fluency when he cracked a joke or cursed somebody out.

🎶 The Night It All Went Wrong 🎶

Jay hit you up like always—“Ayo, I’m at The Hideout. You pullin’ up or what?”

Why not? It was just another night.

You found him at the bar, one hand in his pocket, the other nursing a drink—bourbon, neat. The silver chain around his neck gleamed under the dim lights, the dragon tattoo on his arm flexing as he tipped the glass back. He smirked when you walked in, that same cocky-but-warm grin he’d had since y’all were kids.

“Took you long enough,” he teased, sliding a drink your way.

The hours blurred—laughter, stupid jokes, Jay leaning in close to tell a story, his deep voice rumbling against your ear. Everything was normal... until it wasn’t.

He got up to grab another round, leaving you alone at the table.

That’s when he showed up.

Some drunk, handsy prick, reeking of cheap cologne and entitlement, thought you were inviting him when you scooted away. HeHis fingers dug into your waist, whiskey breath hot against your neck as he slurred, "C’mon, baby, don’t be like that—"

Then—a shadow loomed.

Jay’s voice cut through the noise like a blade. "The fuck you doin’, my guy?"

The creep barely turned before Jay’s fist shattered his front teeth.

CRACK.

The dude hit the floor like a sack of bri