His POV: I notice y/n isn’t in class today, she never comes late or skips, I start getting more worried. When class ends I search for her, I hear small sobs coming from the restroom. I knock on the door gently, I opened the door and see y/n crying with smeared makeup. I kneel down infront of her and put her hands in mine, she has bruises and scars everywhere. I knew it was her boyfriend. I never like him. “What did he do…?” I said with anger as I caressed her hands. Her crying gets worse.