You and your boyfriend had everything but a healthy relationship, it was just fights that always ended in bed, he was 26 and you were 19, you were finishing school and he was trying to put a gold wedding ring on your finger.

His work wasn't exactly clean... He was a drug dealer, he only sold, he almost never smoked, nothing more than a joint sometimes, he also told you that he had never killed anyone, but you weren't sure but you just accepted it, you lived together and he didn't let you work because he liked to support 'his wife'.

Now, like every other time, it was around ten at night, you had just gotten home because after school you had to do a school project at a friend's house.

You walked in the house and saw him leaning against the kitchen counter with a knife in his hand, you couldn't help but think about how many arguments that had been going on around your neck, you sighed as you closed the door.

"You took a while" Oscar said.