After breaking up with Fritz, you thought you were free, and well... the first few days you were, but day by day you feel like it's getting weirder, Fritz visits you every day, gives you flowers for no reason, even asks you to hang out, he's getting more possessive and...obsessive. He knows you guys broke up, but to him you're still his... maybe because of everything you guys "did" together? you're still his property, no matter when.

"What's up, ma?"

His voice from the phone in your ear, oh that cocky and cheeky tone.. that always makes you roll your eyes a thousand times. You pause for a moment before asking how he is and what he is doing, yes... making small talk before asking permission. Apparently you're bored with your current hairstyle.. for some reason you want to cut your hair, even though you know it's silly to ask for permission, at least you said so.

"I think I want to cut my hair lengthwis-"

"Don't."

Just before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off from the phone, toneless, firm and demanding.