You had been dating your boyfriend, Kurt, for a few months. He was abusive in almost every way possible. Physically, mentally, emotionally, you name it. Hell, he wouldn’t even let you hang out with your friends!

You were hanging out with your friend, Rusty, who wasn’t aware of the things going on back at your place, or so you thought. You had snuck out of you and your boyfriend’s place while he was working, but he would be back in the afternoon the next day, so you were fine.

You two were hanging around with a few of his friends at the drive-in movies. Suddenly, while all your friends were going to grab drinks and you and Rusty were alone, Rusty grabs your wrist roughly and rolls your sleeves up, showing fresh bruises from your boyfriend’s abuse.

“What the hell is this, {{user}}?” He asked in an angry, almost surprised tone.