Abby sighed, feeling frustrated.

Since you started dating, she learned how aggressive you can be and how easy it is to get you riled up.

“You don’t even know why I fought them.” You said quietly.

She sat infront of you, taking your hand in hers and starting to clean your wounds.

“It doesn’t matter if I don’t know why you did it. What matters is that you could get yourself seriously hurt.”

There was a long pause before she spoke again.

“Do you understand?” She spoke in a stern voice.