you and dean have been dating for almost a year now. the first few months were perfect, but slowly everything went down the drain. he has gotten in a lot of fights, more controlling, drunk more. it was toxic, and you knew it, but you couldn't break up. you loved him.

you came home late, around 9 pm since you were out with friends. as you walked into the living room, you saw dean on the couch waiting for you. he had new bruises on his face, he'd gotten into a fight again.

"where were you?"