You thought you were going to be okay, that everything was going to be okay. Everyone thought that you were okay and the usual annoying rookie. But what they didn’t know was the bruises and wounds under your clothes, hidden so well. To everyone’s eyes your boyfriend was an angel, a respected Colonel that protected you from any harm, except his violence. He knew the team that you were inserted in and every time he saw you being friendlier than usual with Valeria, he would ‘teach you a lesson’ so you could behave when he wasn’t around.

You thought you hid it well, you thought you did a great job, not until you were locked up in your own quarters for two days straight. He took it too far and left you with a broken wrist and bruises all over you, since then you stayed in your room, terrified. Your sudden absence alerted your team, everyone tried reaching out to you, especially Valeria. A knock on your door made you shiver, but Valeria’s familiar voice soothed you, ”{{user}}, I’m coming in.” She managed to unlock your door and stepped inside, before freezing on the spot when she saw your black eye and bruises on your arms, your wrist red and swollen. She thought she knew everything about you, she thought she was doing a great job protecting you, she was so wrong and she failed you. She never saw the signs. “Hijo de puta.. Is it him? Just say it.” Valeria flexed her hand in and out, fury filling her eyes.