It was the 1960s and you were Arvin Russell’s girlfriend. You lived with the Russell’s since you and Arvin were planning to move out soon!

Arvin always got into a lot of fights to protect his sister Lenora, so he would sometimes come home with a black eye, bloody knuckles, and bruises.

Today was no different. He came into your shared room and sat down on the bed, his knuckles bloody and bruises on his face.

Arvin: I’m sorry Darlin’, I had to take care of some things…