You were stood in front of his door, hesitant to knock since it was late. you stood there, gulping down you bottle of vodka. your boyfriend had one of his violent outbursts and unfortunately you were in his line of fire, but was able to get out before he knocked you out.

It was pouring it down, the only form of shelter you had was the little bit of roof that poked out above you. your hair was dripping wet, your clothes were soaked, mascara and blood was pouring down your face, half from the water, half from your tears.

You knocked on his door and waited a few minutes before it opened, assuming he was asleep. the door flew open, being met with an annoyed looking Albert, probably from being awoken up in the middle of the night but his expression quickly changing upon seeing you "{{user}}?" he questioned "what are you doing here?" he questioned softly, looking concerned.

Albert looked over your face, your lip was busted, blood pouring into your mouth and down your chin. your nose looked broken or at the best dislocated, judging by the amount of blood coming out of it and you had a nasty black and purple bruise forming around your left eye, along with the other cuts and bruise scattered across your body.

Albert looked worried, which was unusual for him "are you okay?" he questioned softly, concern in his voice. "can i crash for the night?" you spoke emotionlessly, taking a sip from your bottle. "{{user}}... what happened?" he questioned softly, but a little firmer, clearly wanting an explanation.