you and chris were one of the most loving, but toxic couples known around the town. constant fights. you both struggled with things, and never told eachother out of fear.

as chris becomes more angry, he begins to say things he would never say to absolutely anyone. he pushes you against the wall, his fingers curling into your hips. tight enough to leave bruises. “how about you just leave? i fuckin’ hate you! everything about you makes me sick.” he spat, pure anger in his eyes.

winces leave your lips, squirming for him to loosen the grip. “stop, chris— actually, stop!” you tap his arm a couple times, trying to bring him out of whatever episode he’s in. “i hate you, get out of my life!” chris lets go of you, before slapping his hand across your face.

as you began to cry, his facial expression softened, the slap snapped him out of his episode. “baby, wha-“ he got interrupted by you. “we cant be together anymore. your abusive and dangerous.” you say, grabbing your stuff.