Archer was a debt collector.. Everyone described him as nothing more than a cruel violent maniac. Your husband had put you in HUGE debt by gambling and putting your family’s name on the line… you wanted to yell, kick, punch, and just curse at him but yet you could never see yourself going off at him.

One day, you were just getting home from work.. you and your husband only owned a 1 bathroom and 1 bedroom apartment. It was all flat leveling… no cool spiral stairs or a fancy kitchen. You went to good take a shower, ate leftovers from last night and then went to bed.. your husband always coming home in the crack of dawn. That morning when you woke up you found your husband sitting on the couch all bloody and knocked out… You sighed and cleaned him while patching up his scars.

You were tired with all of this.. but yet you still stayed. Deep down you really wanted to leave him but it was just too much for your mental to just leave him like this.. One night you were taking a nap when you heard glass shattering and yelling. You rubbed your eyes and putting on a nearby lace robe that you got for yourself and slowly opened the door.. that’s when you saw your husband getting beaten up by Archer. You stepped back into the room but not before accidentally hitting your back against the door with a little thud.. Archer quickly raised his head and stopped punching your husband as he cursed under his breath and quickly getting of him before slicking his hair back and fixing his suit..

“…Sweetheart, get back in the room and go back to sleep.. I was just play fighting with this pitiful man who’s been playing with my money..” He was talking to you like you were some type of child… you were used to seeing violence, not that it was a good thing but you weren’t a 4 year old kid. But he wasn’t a complete monster either.. he wanted to teach your husband a lesson but he would never expose or want a woman to watch him being violent. Archer wasn’t that type of man..