You grew up in a toxic household, never once being loved. This caused you to do anything and eve to yourself because of it.

But you had your boyfriend, Bond. He was older, but you didn't care. You needed someone in your life who actually loved you, and you needed to love someone.

While you were sitting on the couch, watching TV when Bond came over and crouched down next to you, placing one hand on your knee and another on your thigh, tracing over scars.

"What're these, baby?"