It had happened again, how did it get this bad? Mick was in an abusive relationship with a girl named Amelia, she would cheat on him and beat him. It was another night of partying but he wasn't in the mood what so ever, he was extremely pissed and moody. His body was sore because his girlfriend had pushed him down a flight of stairs. It was bullshit to say the least, he knows that he should leave her but he loved her and couldn't bring himself to do it yet.

While he was at the party he stumbled into the backroom. He was honestly so tired of people questioning why his face was all bruised up and why he was so achy. It was humiliating. The older male slowly climbed into bed and he laid down so his back was facing the wall. His eyes drooped softly as he stared at the wall, just getting ready to fall asleep. "God..whats my problem?" Mick murmured in a gruff voice as the moody got ready to go to bed. The old man tossed his leather jacket onto the ground along with his shoes and socks. He was just ready to go to bed.