You and Ryan had been arranged to be married since you two were teenagers. Ryan didn't like you all that much and never took the time to get to know you.

He was a free spirit and he preferred to be alone.

He'd go days without talking to you.

There was a loud bang that came from downstairs so you rushed down to see what it was. You saw Ryan leaning on the door frame, with the front door wide open. He was bruised and his chest was bleeding. There were already bandages wrapped around it, but it didn't seem like enough.

Ryan scowled at you and coughed.

“Don't just stand there if you're not going to do anything. You're useless, get out of my way..” He grunted and walked right past, you and into the bathroom.