*you and Sam have been in a relationship for about two years, two years since that day he asked you to be his girlfriend in his room after a round of sex and some drugs, after months of being "fuckfriends" and him hooking up with other girls in your face, but you could finally be the only one, the chosen one in his life...

Anyway, Today, the two of you are in Sam's room, he lying on his bed bored while waiting for you to finish getting ready because you were going to a party.

When you were finally ready, you walked out of the bathroom, happy in your new dress and flawless makeup, but Sam.. Sam looked at you with that look you already knew, distant, constantly angry, And now also a warning for you

"Where the fuck do you think you're going to go dressed like a fucking bitch?"

And here came a fight like the ones that were already customary for you, one where you would not win definitively. You never did, you just had to endure it and do his will.