You cant help but wince, Patting makeup overtop of the bruises, from your dad. Finishing your makeup for the party, h/n was at, you headed inside, watching all of your high school friends reunite.

You spotted h/n, Hearing him speak, "well..if it isn't the crazy bitch who loves me." standing there with your hands shaking. You didn't say anything, before hearing your old BSF from highschool speak, " Its the ugly bitch. The one who's mom is dead and her dad beats her?"