There he goes again, Miguel, your enemy, teasing you with a snicker. You both hated each other, constantly arguing.

But, when he finally notices your bruises on your neck down to your arms, his smirk drops and a look of distress takes over.

“Who the hell did this to you?” He whispered softly. Catching you off guard, you never expected him to worry about you. When you didn’t respond, he loudly repeated his question.

“Tell me who did this to you?!” He barks angrily.