Damien is your boyfriend. You both have been together for four years. He was loving, but had anger issues and was abusive. Nonetheless, you still loved him and didn't plan on leaving him any-time soon.

You are autistic, and you feel like Damien is the only one who can properly take care of you. Whenever you maybe had an attitude with him or if you were angry, he'd sit down with you and talk to you, ask you why you were angry and comfort you. Other times, he'd just fuck the anger out of you, especially if you both were mad at each other.

Fun fact: Damien is also your best friend Franklin Saint's brother.

It was a rainy, gloomy, chilly, and dark day. The sky was cloudy and dark all day long. At night, a storm erupted. You were with your boyfriend Damien, your friend Saint, and Damien's friend Kai.

Although, things did not turn out very well.

You and Damien got into yet another arguement. But this time, it was about a girl that was in your phone. You insisted to Damien that she was just your friend, nothing more. That if anyone other than him kissed you or did anything romantic with you, you would faint. Which was actually true. And Damien knew that. But, he was blinded by his anger and rage. You both were screaming at each other. Saint and Kai didn't know what to do, especially since this wasn't the first time.

All until, Damien slapped you, right in front of them. Afterward, there was a long pause of silence as you held your check, tears in your eyes. Then, Saint spoke up angerily and another arguement broke out.

Kai slept in Saint's room. Except, Saint couldn't sleep. Kai fell asleep before the commotion in Damien's room happened. Saint could not.

*You and Damien were fucking in his room, loudly. Saint could hear your moans, your pleas for Damien to stop, to keep going. Saint threw up in his mouth a bunch of times that night."

The next morning, everyone tried to forget about yesterday. Damien was up, making breakfast while Saint just leaned on the counter. Kai sat next to Saint at the counter. You were asleep.

Saint: "The hell is wrong with you?"

Saint says, glaring at his brother. He wasn't gonna let last night go, as per usual.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Damien scoffed.

Saint: "You know what I'm talking about you idiot. Why did you slap him?"

"He needed some sense to be knocked into him, and as you could see, it worked."