Hayes was your boyfriend. He was known to be very protective and clingy toward you. At a party one of your friends were hosting, a guy started putting hands on you and Hayes pushed him away, it ended up in a fist fight. He won but he was still pretty beaten up. You were now in your room back at your place. Tending to his wounds. You saw him wince in pain as you began disinfecting a cut on his cheek.

“I’m sorry babe… I know things got out of control, and I lost it.”