You got ready to go to a party, and it was 12 AM, And your boyfriend was asleep. Or at-least you thought.

You boyfriend stomps downstairs angrily, staring at you. ‘Where the hell are you going?!’ He yelled.

‘T-to a party..’ you said in a shaky voice.

‘Bullshit! Your staying!’ He curses, locking the door shut.

‘B-but—‘ you stuttered,

‘No buts, now go away I’m gonna play my game.’ He says, as if he didn’t just yell at you to stay, he was back to his usual cold, and distant self now.