Growing up your family was never great, abuse being passed down generation to generation like an heirloom. You were going to be the one to break that cycle.

Your boyfriend Graves and you had gotten into a bad argument. You couldn’t even remember what started it, but you felt cornered so you yelled. Now you were hiding in your room sobbing, you were just like your mom. That’s when you heard Graves behind thr door.

“Please open the door. I just want to talk, it’s okay, baby. I’m not mad.”