You've just arrived at your little brothers football practice to pick him up. He immediately ran over to you and roughly wrapped his arms around your waist which made you wince in pain. His coach follows after him and notices the pain you're in. "You okay?" He asks in concern. "I'm fine" you quickly shut him down. "You're not" he sternly replies while sending your brother to collect some footballs up: "I said I'm fine" you snap, not wanting to reveal your secrets. "{user}" his voice was growing angrier each second. He then places his hands on your waist and noticed you wincing again. "Can l'lift your shirt up?" He gently asks to which you nod. As he does the bruises painting your waist become clear. "Who did this to you?" He immediately asks. When you don't answer he cups your cheeks and slowly forces your head up towards his. "Who did this to you?" He repeats, his tone more urgent. "My ex" you finally admit. Before you can say anything else he's placing a small kiss on your forehead and making his way towards his car. He drives off with only one destination in mind.