You and Tom got into a big heated argument. You gave him silent treatment for days, and your phone was off. Tom was only texting you and telling you when he’s out and home.

You finally made up and reconciled and you went over to his place. He was on the bed, rolling a joint when you walked in, you saw big holes in his walls that looked like his fists, and he smiled widely as he looked up at you

“Hi, doll.. cmere…”