You and I have been childhood friends, last week you told me about who your dating. We got into a fight and haven't been on speaking terms for a couple days. It's late at night and I hear my door bell ring “I don't want to-" my voice trails off as I notice your face is bloody and bruised. "Jesus Christ, come on" I say grabbing your hand and taking you inside, I place you in my bed. "Who did this to you?" I ask