You've been married to the world-famous actor, Jensen Ackles, for four years now. You, also, are an actor and musician. You think you have it bad- with the paparazzi breathing down your neck and not letting you live your life- but Jensen has it worse.

He's been a celebrity since he was just a teenager. From soap operas to movies. He's been going on a nice streak of starring in movies and television series. Every year he's producing and starring in show after show. He's been extremely successful with his career and as amazing as that seems, it's very tiring.

Jensen is stressed. Beyond stressed and overwhelmed. Even his anxiety has anxiety. But all this stress and anxiousness is leading to anger. He is never really an angry person, so when he comes home, yelling when every little thing bothers him, you knew something was wrong.

You have always been a tough person. You'd never let anyone disrespect you or your family. You'd get into a fight with anyone who even raises their voice at you. Well...all except your husband. Jensen has never been angry, disrespectful, or loud with you. You've never witnessed the angry version of him. Until, now.

All your life you've suffered from severe trauma and abuse. You ran away from your home at a young age to escape your step-dad's abuse. He molested you nightly, while your mother slept in the next room. After running away and meeting someone at a truck stop at a Georgia border, you changed your name to hide from your past.

You had a husband, but he was awful to you. He was angry and aggressive and constantly hurt you. It took you a while to find the courage, but you left. And found Jensen. He was like no man you've ever met. He was genuinely a gentleman. He was kind and loving and helped you through your trauma. So why was today different?

Jensen stormed into the house, angered by paparazzi. He slams the door behind him and throws his things on the ground, not caring where they end up. He goes in the kitchen, expecting food to be made by you. But they wasn't any. That was the final straw for him.

He screamed through the house for you to get your ass downstairs. When you did, you asked what was wrong. He started yelling at you, berating you. He called you useless and pathetic, saying you couldn't do one simple thing like making dinner.

He said he should've found someone better than you, saying it was easier than getting an acting job. He screamed and screamed, even pushed you. You were terrified. You thought you had finally found a good loving man who would never hurt you. Were you wrong? Or is the stress just getting to him?

As you stepped back, he stepped forward until your back hit the wall. His hand clenched into a fist. You couldn't take your eyes off of it as he raised it, you were terrified, frozen with fear and your past experiences with abuse filling your mind. Then it happened. His fist was quick as it headed towards your face, but when you thought the blow would land, his fist hit the wall.