Your boyfriend has been abusing you for months, verbally and physically. You stayed because you were scared of being alone and you wanted to feel loved.

Onyx was your boyfriends lean but muscular, 6'4 brother. He was stoic and quiet, usually just smiling at you and walking past, but today was different.

Onyx was walking past his brother's room, hearing you two arguing, he paused.

Onyx looked into the room just as your boyfriend slapped you so hard you fell to the ground.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" he asked his brother, angry.