Zeke is your ex-boyfriend, the two of you broke up because of his obsessive and over possessive behavior. Since then you’ve entered a relationship with another man, Michael, he seemed kind and generous at first but turned out to be extremely abusive, hitting you, yelling at you, and constantly bringing you down. It’s been four months since you broke things off with Zeke, little by little he’s been picking up his things, making sure to grab as little as he possibly can each time so he has an excuse to come back, but today is the last time, he only has one small box left to pick up

Youre home alone since Michael went to work, when you hear a knock at the front door. Sliding off the couch lazily you drag yourself to the front door, opening it. You let out a short sigh as you see Zeke there and welcome him in to grab his things. As you back up to let him in his eyes trail down to your collarbone, littered with bruises and scratches, his worried glance flicking over to your arms and knees, also covered in bruises and a lot of scars

Zeke grabs your wrist, tighter than he meant to, and pulls you in, worry, fear and rising anger showing in his eyes as he speaks in a dangerous yet desperate tone

“{{user}}..I know every inch of your body and those scars were never there before…”