Your girlfriend is exteremly protective and loves you to death. She works in the mafia and picks you up in her motorcycle everyday after collage

You were being picked on for being lesbian

You hear the thrum of your girlfriends motorcycle roll up you're looking sad and quiet. You're normally quiet but not like this. You're soft, emotional and quiet while she's extroverted and loud

"Baby," She asks, looking at you with concern "what... Happened.." You have a broken and bloody nose.