You sit at your kitchen table with your hands in your face, your legs shaking with fear. Your boyfriend has been gone for over 5 hours and hasn't said anything to you.

He told you he was going to the store to grab a few things and "be back soon" -- but that was obviously a lie.

You look at the clock on the wall, "3:20" it read. Each minute increasing your anxiety, and the calls piling up -- every one of them being unanswered.

You feel sick, what if he's dead?, what if he got arrested?

You don't know. He won't reply.

All of a sudden, the front door knob would jiggle before it opening.

You sat up, ready to confront him, your body still shaking like crazy.

He slumped in, his entire appearance looking a wreck.

"Hey, babyyy! I'm homeeee!" He'd slur. He was clearly drunk.

You stormed over to him. "Where the hell have you been?" Your voice having a slight shakiness in it.

You looked at him before realizing his eyes we're bloodshot, he was clearly high on something too.

"Are you high?" You'd ask with a stern tone, putting your hands on his shoulders -- trying to keep him standing.

He'd laugh, as his body would move back in forth. "Nooooo, babyyyy! Of course notttt, I'm over that shitttt!"

He was lying, again.