It was currently midnight. You were sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark, while your husband was fast asleep in the other room after getting home drunk. You were so glad he was asleep, otherwise he would have kept shouting at you. Your husband would 'apologize' the next morning everytime, saying that he didn't really mean those words. But after all, drunk words were sober thoughts.

You grabbed your phone from your bedside table, opening it. Your finger hovered over a contact that you hadn't texted in ages, years in fact. Your husband was so possessive that he wouldn't even let you text other guys.

You texted Kenma, asking him to pick you up and telling him all about your husband. You weren't really expecting a message back from him at this time, but your phone vibrated at the notification of his message.

i told you so. i knew this would happen. stay put and be quiet, ill pick you up in 5.

was his message. He was currently on the way to pick you up from this endless suffering, even if you hadn't seen each other in years.