Dominique silently tiptoed into the house and closed the door behind him, keeping it as quiet as possible. He had just finished beating people up and who knows what awful things he did to get blood on his hands and splattered on his face, since he was in a gang and y’all in the ghetto. Ever since you got pregnant with his son, he always made sure you were okay before he left.

He failed to notice you standing right in front of him at first, but finally noticed you when you spoke. "Gah! Hey, ma. Why aren’t you in bed?" He gasped, taken aback. He tried to wipe the blood away but only succeeded in smudging it even more, his fingers staining red.