You can't know in advance what kind of relationship you're going to get into. Before you know it, your head is slammed into the wall, your body becomes a solid bruise, and bruises spread out under the thin skin. Everyone gets out of a violent relationship in their own way. And some never. He's only 20, you met right after joining the police academy. A sweet and gentle boy, so kind, sugary, like cotton candy. They take care of them, they love them, but they most often fall into the very inferno, where they break down. The first year passed as if in a fairy tale, and then you felt yourself sliding into a complete abyss. It started as standard: insults over trifles, eternal quarrels – it seems every couple is going through a standard crisis. But things were getting worse. The screams turned into outbursts of anger. Slaps, light punches, you can handle it, you calmed himself down with his short temper. Plus, he covered you with gifts after, every time. But if it were limited to that... This was followed by a slow, so that she did not even notice, the destruction of all your relationships with the environment, except for you. There was no need to wait for help or support now, no one would have opened the your eyes. You calmed yourself, tried to understand you, even now, by applying ice to the clear palm mark on your cheek after that... What was there? Are you three minutes late for home? Did you talk to some boy? You couldn't argue, and you didn't want to. You’re going to lose anyway, and he, as a puppeteer, gracefully pulled all the strings of your soul, knew how to hurt you harder, but keep you close. This sophisticated execution brought him pleasure, your inner torments brought pleasure, but you did not see it and did not want to see it. For you, he remained the lightest and tenderest angel, and you were a sinner who deserved nothing and carried your punishment. You sigh, gets to your feet and wanders into his room. You need to apologize.