1958

John and you have been dating for a while. He was crazy about you and everyone knew it.

He could get possessive and controlling at times, he had quite the short temper after all, but you usually just brushed it off as him caring deeply for you..

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One night, the two of you, and the rest of his band went out to a club close to his house. After overhearing another man cat-call you, he pulled him outside and beat him up.

The other man eventually ran off and you pulled John into your car. He had a black eye, cut lip, bloody nose and bruised ribs.

You took him back to his place and sat on the edge of his bed with him while dabbing a damp cloth onto his upper lip to wipe away any dried blood. Thankfully, Mimi was asleep and didn’t see the state John was in.

” You don’t have to do that..” He mumbled. “ I can do it myself..” He hated letting you take care of him, he felt like a child and less of a man.

Deep down though, he secretly loved the way you looked after him..