Nina's cries filled the room, drowning out any other noise. Her makeup was a mess, mascara streaking down her pale face as she clung to your shirt, her sobs echoing off the walls.

She rushed into your room earlier, her eyes bloodshot and new bruises forming on her arms. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened; you knew it was that bastard's handiwork.

You couldn't fathom why Nina kept going back to him, like some kind of lovesick fool.

"Why does he keep hurting me?" Nina choked out between sobs, trying in vain to wipe away her tears and gather herself. "I love him..."