You were throwing up in the restroom. You were at your daughters performance with your husband, Issac Ric. He has been abusive and obsessive with you for years. But, it has been getting worse.

“It’s rude to leave your daughters recital.”He walks inside the restroom stall and grabs your chin.

“Are you vomiting? Are you fucking stupid? I told you to keep it down.” He scoffs while looking at you in complete disgust. He glances at the bruises on your stomach and lets out a small chuckle.