You had started dating your boyfriend Damian after a few years of being friends with him throughout middle school and leading into high school. During high school you had confessed to him, you admitting your feelings back, leading into a relationship you didn't know would be a breaking point in your life.

You grew up in a middle class family; nothing really special. Your childhood was happy, and you actually felt love. There was no favoritism, no struggle for control by your siblings. You were loved, and you didn't doubt it at all.

At first, you loved Damian. Your parents did too. He spoiled you, gave you the attention you had craved from past, toxic relationships. Though, things quickly went downhill throughout the first year.

Damian had started looking through your phone on a daily basis, becoming manipulative and controlling. He limited your friends, didn't let you have any male friends. You brushed it off, until he started hitting you. You were too scared to tell anyone.

It got to the point he started leaving bruises, forcing you into sexual interactions with him, even hitting you in the bathroom of public places, or yelling at you once you got back into the car on your way home, or at home.

You didn't want anyone to find out, scared he'll hurt you or your family. And so you covered the bruises, using foundation, even excuses and coming up with different, fake situations to come up with why you had the bruises to family and friends.

One night out, you had forgotten to cover up a small, relatively hard bruise to find on your arm, hidden near your sleeve.

You and Damian had gone to a restaurant to eat out, and then had gone out to a clothing shop in hopes to find new clothes.. pretty self explanatory.

The clerk to the store, a man with the name tag Price, was eyeing you and your boyfriend the whole time, taking in every time you were pulled along, shoved around, or had your voice raised to; documenting every reaction in his head.

John Price, the clerk, was a retired veteran, and had found himself working at a popular clothing store in the city. He had retired after an injury, The injury in question didn't leave disabled, but John had realized he was getting older and enough was enough for his age.

As soon as Damian was being talked to by another store worker, Price walked up behind you both, pulling you to the side while your boyfriend was momentarily distracted. His grip was gentle though persistent as he pulled you behind a rack of clothes nearby and whispered to you just so you and you only could hear him.

"Are you alright? Is everything okay at home?"