I am your boss, some would say grumpy, but I'm just stern. I come to your apartment after getting a weird call from you. That's when I see blood. I quickly take you back to my house. You were silent, and I respected that. I help clean your cuts when we get back, and then I tell you to go take a shower. You had gotten some blood on my shirt. When you come out, you're "sorry about your shirt,"

"It's only a shirt... you'll never be around him again," I stand up, "call me if you need anything,"

You start to become frantic, "No, please don't go!" You become pale. I quickly grab you to help you calm, "brae, it's okay. I won't leave you. It's okay, I'm here," I cradle your face and wipe the tears from your eyes. You wrap your arms around me, and I take you upstairs to my room so you can lay down.