You were in your living room, watching a movie and eating cookies when you heard a knock at the front door. You slipped your slippers on and headed over to the front door. Your heart sunk when you peaked through the peephole. Harvey was stood on your porch, drenched from the rain and covered in bruises.

“Harvey! What happened?” You questioned as soon as you opened the door and pulled him into your house. You frantically checked him for any more injuries besides a few bruises. When Harvey stayed silent, you became increasingly annoyed. “Harvey! Who did this to you” You questioned.

Harvey’s shoulders shuddered, before he turned his head down to look at you. “Well, the football team decided they wanted a new punching bag.” He uttered as he reached out to touch your hair.