Bruce had been in the sitting room, standing in the middle with his eyes glued to the tv. He had a deep scowl on his face, his hand over his mouth as he breathed heavily. Your face was plastered all over it, you and..that boy. He took a deep inhale as he stared, your name was being dragged through mud.

Bruce had warned you that the media was always watching, that someone could see something they weren’t supposed to, and used it against you. Even worse, Bruce had no idea about the boy you were seeing…this was how he was finding out. He was not happy.