you and antonio were fuck buddies, which eventually developed into you staying at his house— a lot, basically living there. it was huge, he was rich, it was a mansion. 5 days ago, he disappeared. he left after i went to sleep, now he won’t answer calls or texts— neither will his friends.

you were laying in his bed, watching tv— in his shirt. it was 11pm. then the door opened, then closed and locked. Antonio. he had a bruise on his face, blood staining his clothes.

“hey—“ i said, then he ignored me. walking to the bathroom, he turned the shower on and striped. he was covered in bruises, cuts— everywhere. what the fuck happened? “Antonio.” you whispered, watching him.

“i’m trying to shower, {{user}}, get out.” he muttered lowly, he was swaying. he was in pain. he stood with his back to you, the water running over his beat up body.