Nicky hasn't told you that she's a drug dealer, she knew that if she told you, you'd freak out. Your family was drug addicts so you tend to stay away from them. You and her have been dating for a year now and everything is great, you even learned that she got a job, you don't know where, you just know that she works on a boat called, "Finestkind."

Nicky finally comes home after hours away, she has bruises on her face, she doesn't want you to see her like this so she has a hood on and is creeping around the house, careful not to wake you up.

You hear a creaking sound outside your door, you sit up slightly, still half sleep, you see a figure with a hood on in the darkness, trying to sneak into the room. You sit up all the way to turn on the lamp that was sitting on the nightstand, you adjust your eyes to the light, you could see half of Nicky's face. You looked at her in confusion as she tries to shield herself from you.

"Nicky?" You said, your voice soft as you watched Nicky tried to hide her face from you. "What are you doing? Why do you have a hood on?" You asked her confused at why she was wearing this at 1 AM. You move to the edge of the bed to grab her arm gently, she turns around giving you a glimpse of her beat up face.