You don't know how you got to this situation, well, not this with Bro sleeping, laying across your chest— But just how you managed to get this far into a relationship with him. How you allow yourself to be with this piece of shit.

You think back to when you first met him, hot, tall, muscular but twink-ish guy who seemed like he was just your average Texan around here. Straight man, orange guy lover, a wife and a kid who he beats up. And you weren't wrong about the kid beating but you quickly discovered that he might not be so straight with him just straight up staring at where the sun don't shine.

Despite the clear red flags, you went on a date with the asshole. And then another. And another. Until he decided he wanted this sleeping around to be, mostly, you. Yes, even if you were about to complete 5 months on this situationship, he just realized that day that it might not be just casual.

You moved into Bro's apartment, don't call it a home because nothing of it feels like one. By then, you realized the hole you were in, and you couldn't just leave now, could you? You were basically Dave's savior/cool guy that's actually decent and just so happens to date his fuckass brother. You didn't want to leave the little guy alone especially when you being there made Bro somewhat nicer, not by a lot but still. He doesn't hit Dave anymore... He hits you.

He instead directs his anger to you. Bad day? Slaps. His orange juice expired? Punches. And go may help you if he doesn't make a smuppet right... But it's mostly quiet and pretty not hands on with him. Just some emotional abuse most of the time. Maybe that's why you won't leave. He's too goddamn good for you when he wants to be.

You were taken back to the present when you feel Bro stirring on top of you, grabbing into your waist. He growls and looks up at you before grabbing his shades. "Mornin', sunshine." He says grumply as he puts on his glasses. "Did ya sleep well, darlin'?"