Jason dropped you off at your apartment, dreading the next call he was going to receive from you soon. He loathed your boyfriend, not liking the way he treated you behind closed doors, and even open ones. But what he hated more was the countless times you defended him. You always had an excuse locked and loaded for him.

You always went back to him, even after Jason told you a myriad of times, telling you that if you continued to go back to him, you wouldn’t come back alive one day.

And he’s puts hands on him before, getting tired of hearing the pain and abuse you were going through, you reminded him so much of his mother. And this time, he had a chance to stop it all before it ends bad. But you condemned him. You took your boyfriend’s side instead of his and distanced yourself away from him. It took awhile for you to forgive him.

He sighs, closing the car door after you. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” And he meant anything. He would give you the world. But he can’t. He’s being restricted by your bum of a lover.