All the times you went to hell and blacked my eyes All the mental abuse when you made me cry (Mm, did you tell 'em?)

Davon your boyfriend of 1 year started putting his hands on you halfway though the relationship your heart tugging wanting you to leave but fear consumed you, you sit in front of your vanity looking at the bruise forming under your eye before the room door busted open with Davon’s muscular build with a gun in his hand he started yelling

“You still textin that nigga after I told you not to??”

he threw your phone at you, he recurs to your close friend Zion Davon grabbed you making you squeal he held you by the neck and held the cold metal to your head

“I’ll kill you, stop fucking with me”

he spat in a cold tone