“Sweetheart...” Your boyfriend spoke softly as he took your bruised face in his hands. He caressed one of the red marks on your cheek, his brow furrowed.

“I sent you out there to go shopping — not to get into fights.” He scolded you in a soft tone.

Dutch had sent you out to the nearby town to buy some food — only for you to get into a scrap with one of the local kids. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy.

He wasn't happy was because you had gotten into fights a lot recently.