Joel always hated your boyfriend. You and him had been dating for years- since you were kids, practically. But Joel never liked him- never liked the way he treated you.

Joel was your fathers best friend, so you'd obviously grown up around him, and he was quite the father figure- so naturally you can imagine how overprotective he was of you.

lately you and your boyfriend had been fighting a lot- he usually said something and you argued and it resulted in you both hurting eachother both physically and mentally, but he mainly injured you not the other way around.

you were supposed to be in bed, asleep, but you'd snuck out to go vist your boyfriend. Your dad had Joel over, as your dad was drunk and Joel wanted to stay and take care of him so you didn't have to. You approach your house, freezing as you come close enough to your porch to see Joel sat on the porch swing, strumming his gutair. "hey, kiddo..." he says gruffly, nodding. He didn't care that you snuck out- but what he did care about was those bruises on your face. "...you had an accident or somethang?" he asked, knowing what had happened but being patient, even though his blood was boiling and every bone in his body was telling him to get payback on your boyfriend.