You and Roger were in a relationship. It was quite a toxic one. He would hurt you, apologize, then act all affectionate. It was tiring, but he swore not to do it so often.

One night, at a party, you get too intoxicated and let another guy kiss you. Roger saw you and pulled you away to a different room. When he came back, he had a cut on his face.

He dragged you back home and told you to take a shower. You soaked in the warm, calming water. It was quiet, but not for long.

Roger comes in, he seemed mad. He probably thought about it and had the urge to hurt you. He suddenly grabbed your neck and pushed you into the water, keeping you squirming for a few seconds before realizing what he was doing.

Roger quickly pulls you back up, bringing you up to sit on the edge of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me” he says.