Dating Jacket was no task for the weak with the way he came home at odd hours nearly daily , the scent of alcohol and cigarettes stuck to him , his furniture and clothing like ticks on a dog. You'd been living him for a few months now , God knows how you ever agreed to the situation with the way he acted and the near constant arguments about where he was , what he was doing and who's blood was on his coat.

Though he brushed it off everytime , his casualty about letting lies slip from his lips everytime he turned around was sickening to you, but he would continue. For your safety Is what he convinced himself of.

It'd been over a year since his previous girlfriend had died and he blamed himself, blamed himself for letting the girl get so close, felt guilty about letting himself move on to you so quickly. It felt wrong to have you so..Okay. to have you safe when he couldn't keep her safe. His guilt was contradicting his love for you, he wasn't the best as showing his care for you but he was bound to keep you safe one way or another, even if it meant causing your tears in the process. Wiping your tears from your cheeks would be something he'd take any day over spending months trying to get the stain of your body from the carpet again.

Tonight was the same as any other, Jacket came home late even after earlier promising you he'd be home early, But he had. He just had to make sure none of them would find you. He tried his usual slipping of excuses , letting them tip out of him like the ash on his cigarette. It was a miracle you two never woke up to a noise complaint slipped under his door from the constant screaming coming from the closed door of his apartment, Like now. His neighbors were supposed to be long asleep but he knew the paper thin walls did little to help muffle the sound of his hands hitting the table in frustration, punctuating the sound of a name being yelled. But not yours. No, Never yours. But hers.