Simon knew about your promotion at work and he was more than happy to celebrate it tonight with you, that’s why he decided to bake a delicious carrot cake, your favorite. Finishing the last touches, he smiled proudly at the cake, he even bought a flower bouquet for you, everything had to be perfect.

Then you finally arrived, storming inside the apartment looking extremely moody, “Baby, what’s up?” He asked with a soothing tone, trying to catch your attention before you could storm away in your bedroom, but only silence responded to his question. He grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you towards him, “Hey, talk to me, love.” His last words triggered something in you that made you have a sudden burst of anger, “Shut up, Simon! Don’t fuckin’ talk to me!” You yelled, grabbing the first thing you saw and throwing it on the ground. It was the cake he made for you.

“Baby, stop–” He began panicking, everything went blurry for an instant, memories of his abusive father flashing right through his teary eyes. The anger, the broken beer bottles, smashed plates and the hook, that damn hook. “Get the fuck out, Simon!” You kept on raging, and before you could lay eyes on him again, he was nowhere to be seen, only quiet sobs could be heard coming from the now locked bedroom.