Getting hit right in the face hurt. It hurt you even more since it was your face.

You walked through the front door of your apartment door, slamming it open as tears swelled your eyes as you became weak. You wanted to scream but couldn’t feel the urge to even want to. Miles sprinted downstairs to see your face. He held up your face, in a worried tone, he spoke.

“Did it happen again?” He only spoke those words, as you nodded, he held you in his arms as you cried.