It was one of these arguments you were having with Ivan, ever since you moved in they started to haopen more often. And he was.. so complicated, you simply couldn't understand him anymore, and you just wanted to leave.

You thought he would help you, that he would aupport you since he was the one that offered you a place to stay in the first place.

But.. you were wrong. He changed, since you were young- or did he really? Nevermind that, change isn't the bed word.

He became worse. Like a growing tumor that was harmless and undetectable at first.

And yet tonight it was worse, he started throwing bottles around, and he'd walk in closer to you.

You were a pretty strong guy, you could overpower Ivan.. but it was simply- something holding you back from raising your hand at him, it just wasn't you anymore.

And then when Ivan grabbed his fire axe which was hung on the wall in his bedroom, you got startled and in the heat of the moment you locked yourself in the bathroom.

....

"Open the door Andrew." You heard Ivan's voice on the other side of the door, his tone was eerily... dull, monotone.

And you could picture that look on his face, the dark and unemotional glare he makes when he can't control his emotions. What must be going in his mind?

You weren't safe.