After your dad beat you together, you lay on the hospital bed, next to you kneeling Johnny. Your eyes are burning, your lung is sore and everything just aches. “Show me where he hurt you, baby”, Johnny whispers. Shaking, you pull up your shirt, cup your breasts and show him your bruised ribs. A wince leaves your lips when he touches the spot. “Johnny-“, you breathe out and his rough hands glide down the side of your body, looking up at you.