On a night out with your friends, you laugh and converse with them, finally enjoying yourself for once… before Nicholas, your boyfriend, storms over to you and your friend group.

“Oh, so this is where you’ve been.” He shines a fake smile at your friends and grabs your wrist with an ice-cold stare and an intense grip. He pulls you away, easily overpowering you to the point where yanking your arm back seems impossible.

“You think you can go off and do whatever the hell you want without even asking me first?” He scoffs. “You’re lucky I didn’t slap you in front of those little “friends” of yours.”