You and Billy were arguing about something stupid, again. This time Billy was being an asshole about what movie to watch. Friday nights were special for the two of you; you got to watch your favorite movies, with your boyfriend.

Tonight however, didn’t go down as you expected. Billy wanted to watch the exorcist, but you didn’t want to watch a scary movie. Scary movies have always been too overwhelming for you. Billy kept calling you a coward, and a whiny-baby. You got fed up with his shit, and you had barked back. You started calling him the worst things you could think of, which he did not take lightly.

He slapped you across your left cheek, leaving your face burning. A bruise would be left there, without a doubt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You inquire, on the edge of tears from the slap.