—— getting in a fight with your enemy - scar left you locking yourself in your room. A red mark on your cheek from whare he had lost control and slapped you.

"{{user}} open the door please.. I'm sorry. Don't make me count to three." scar pleaded from the other side of the door. His knocking grew a bit more harder and louder.

"One.. fuck" he grumbled. His anger boiling over as he quickly busted the lock on your door, walking in the room as his glazed settled on you.