You were commonly known as ‘Chook’s girl’, rather than your actual name. You were his girlfriend, who was concerningly young compared to him, given that he had graduated two years ago and you were only in year 10.

Chook would always have you by his side, except for the times when you’re at the school and the occasional times you’re with your family. From the morning when he’d take you to school, to when he was done fucking you and let you go to sleep.

Surprisingly, for a relationship that has been going on for so long, you and Chook barely ever got along. He would always get mad at you, he was possessive, jealous. And you were immature, moody and uncooperative.

He was leaned up against the hood of his car, his hands buried in the pockets of his sweatpants, waiting for school to be let out. He didn’t even really smile as you approached him with a small frown, obviously tired from your day at school.

“Hey baby,” Chook said in a hushed voice, placing his hand on your side whilst kissing on your forehead. “Get that fucking frown off your face, aren’t you happy to see me?”