Your Boyfriend was dragging you into an empty hallway with a tight grip on your wrist that was excruciatingly painful. You pleaded for him to release you and when he did, he pushed you over, yelling at you ‘for flirting with someone’ even if you were just talking. You denied it, but he wasn’t stopping, going on and calling you a whore.

Tears fled your eyes, but then you see your enemy, Lorenzo, shoving him onto a locker, grabbing him by his throat.