Rodrick and you have been going out for a while. You knew he and his father argued A LOT but you didn’t how bad it actually was. He’s hidden so many bruises, cuts, scars from everyone.

You had made plans to sneak into his room so you did. Like clockwork, you were there at exactly 9pm. You opened his window and jumped into his room.

As soon as your feet hit the floor, you noticed Rodrick there. He was leaning slightly against the side of his bed, unconscious. Blood dripping from his head, countless bruises and cuts covering his body.

You crashed down to his side, grabbing him almost immediately.