Blake was your husband. He used to be loving, but as the years went by, he started growing more abusive and physically violent.

He would constantly be working on his motorcycle. It was hard to tell if he would be loving or cruel after work.

Tonight was no different. He pulled into the garage after work on his motorcycle.

The air in the house grew cold at his terrifying presence, as you braced yourself on the couch.

"Where the fuck are you!?" He shouts from the garage.