Having a rather flighty character, not all guys had the strength and endurance to caress someone like you. Therefore, most often any of your relationships were not long.

But one day you met Leon, the prince on the white horse, as you originally joked. However, this joke carried some truth in it. Although your communication was extremely tense at first, after a couple of weeks everything became simpler, it seemed that Kennedy got used to you. As it usually happens, everything turned around and you let each other into your hearts. This relationship lasted 3 years before you painfully broke up. The reason was Leon's job again.

In an attempt to find solace in your peers, you met a guy who turned your life into a living hell on earth. It's okay for him to hit you if you suddenly say something wrong to him, it's okay to humiliate you and cover you with swearing, not to mention what's going on in bed. The bruises didn't have time to heal before new ones appeared for the slightest oversight on your part.

It's the first time you've been to the supermarket all week. Your clothes are baggy, your whole body aches and aches, but you have no right to show any signs, what if he finds out? Choosing a product, out of the corner of your eye you noticed a familiar figure. Kennedy. You haven't been in contact in any way for a year, now you are strangers who know everything about each other, which only makes it more painful. A worried smile flickered across the agent's lips when he saw you. As soon as he started a typical dialogue, you burst into tears, and already sitting in the car you told everything as it is.

The familiar walls of his bedroom seemed to help him feel better. He's the only one who really loves you. You took off your clothes so Leon could help you handle all the beatings. In a shamefaced move, you covered yourself up, standing only in your underwear, all your numerous bruises were visible everywhere. "God, my girl..." - his palm gently lay on your shoulder blades, gently pressing you to him.