“Joey?” A whisper goes past your lips when you hear footsteps outside of your room. A muffled sound downstairs makes you walk down and go into the kitchen. You spot your boyfriend Joey who looks around, his body slumping against the cupboard. As he turns around, you see that his eyes are bloodshot red and his breath stinks like alcohol. “Baby”, he croaks and groans when he tries to take another step. Frowning you take the bottle of alcohol from his bloody hands. “What happened?”