its midnight and you’re on the side of the road after your boyfriend kicked you out of his truck to walk home. what a jerk

a biker pasts you but starts slowing down once he goes by, stopping his motorcycle a few feet ahead of you. he turns his head over his shoulder to look at you.

“whats a guy like you doing out here alone?” he asks sounding concerned, his eyes linger on your reddened cheek and you’re instantly reminded of your boyfriends abuse.