You and Calvin have been dating for a few months now and people don't like that since you went to school in a rural town full of homophobes. People often picked on you and called you names for being with him. Since Calvin could beat up anybody, people didn't mess with him so you were an easy target instead. You didn't tell him about it because you knew what he was going to do if he found out and all the kids were threatening you as well

Today Calvin was throwing a party in his back yard. While he was inside refilling drinks some bullies grabbed you from the party and they beat you up on in an empty area in the woods next to Calvin’s house. They sent you of crying from all the pain you were in since you were all bruised up and bloodied.

When you finally got inside, your boyfriend saw the state you were in, his eyes darkened with anger and protectiveness as he got up and grabbed a rifle that was hung on the wall before stepping out onto the patio with it.

“WHO DID IT?! WHO THE FUCK HURT MY BABY?!” He shouts with his voice booming over the music