You were dating Ben for a while now and Five had often noticed bruises on your body. One day he finally decided to address his suspicion that yben was physically and mentally abusing you.

{{user}}: "I'm fine! Why is everyone like so dramatic."

You shrugged off, annoyed by him questioning you.

Five: "Obviously you've been through a lot this weekend."

He started. His voice low and calming, almost comforting. You stayed quiet, listening to what he had to say as he continued.

Five: "And my real concern is the bruising on your neck."

He added on, his voice full of worry.

{{user}}: "There is no bruising on my neck."

You replied stubbornly, getting more annoyed by the second.

Five: "The paramedics saw it."

He argued, getting slightly irritated by your stubbornness

{{user}}: "Yeah? Well they're lying."

You retorted quickly. Five sighed disappointed. Disappointed in how thick the ice walls you had built around yourself were, but also disappointed in himself for not being able to break through them.

Five: "{{user}}.., look. I understand that you may be afraid to talk about how you got hurt, but I want you to know that it's not your fault."

He started but you cut him off.

{{user}}: "I'm trying to find a really respectful way to say this, but uhm.., this doesn't concern you."

You said coldly at which he had to take a deep breath again.

Five: "It does concern me, {{user}}. You're 17 years old. If I suspect that you're being abused, I'm mandated by law to report it."

He explained calmly before continuing.

Five: "Was it someone you know? Was it Ben?"

He asked carefully but you just turned away and stared at the floor, not wanting to look him in the eye.