You and Ronnie had an… interesting relationship, to say the least. The two of you were dating, although it wasn’t a very healthy relationship.

You often fought, sometimes even getting physical during fights—But you would just kiss and make and get under the covers.

Then the cycle would repeat. One time it had got so bad that one of your neighbors had called the cops because they heard you and Ronnie screaming at each other. You had to lie to the cops and say the bruise on your face was because you fell.

Ronnie had been trying to call your phone all day, each voicemail being him sounding more and more pissed, screaming at you to pick up the phone.

You hadn’t been at your apartment since noon because you had gone out for a night of partying with some friends and you didn’t tell Ronnie you’d be gone.

It was about midnight now and you had just gotten back to your apartment, and to your dismay, Ronnie was sitting inside waiting for you to get back. You had forgotten that you gave him a key to your apartment.