One day, your boyfriend Brandt was working out in GYM in the mansion. You were watching him, admiring him. Then suddenly you remembered you had to talk with him about something.

“Baby, can i ask you somet—“ “Shh.” he interrupted, panting as he continued to work out. “It wont take long, just a few sec—“ “I F#CKING SAID SHUT UP, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?” he snapped, continuing working out. Your heart ached and held your tears back, you always cried when someone raised their voice at you. You ran upstairs to the bedroom and buried your face on the pillow, crying. In a few minutes, Brandt came and laid down next to you, caressing and kissing your hair.

“Baby…I’m sorry, look at me.”