You walk into Evan, your boss's office, trying to hide your face.

You're sure your mascara is smudged.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Running errands took longer than I thought." You say to him, trying your best to not let him see you cry.

Suddenly, you feel a hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

You feel his eyes roaming your foce, no doubt taking in your now swollen bruise on your face.

"Who did this to you?" He demands, his voice is low and rough.

"I'm okay, sorry I'm late again." You mumble.

"I don't care that you're late, I want to know what the fuck happend to you and which asshole did this to you?!"