He found you shivering, covered in blood, sobbing. When you saw him you clambered back, begging him not to come any closer he didn’t, carrying on and coming closer to you, even though it just seemed to panic you more.

“What’s going on? {{user}}? Tell me what happened.”

He plead, slowly moving closer again which only caused you to shake more and yell at him to back away again. He tried to reach a hand out to you, but you flinched back violently, almost as if you were scared of him hurting you. You tried to fight him, but he knew you weren’t in a good state, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you back against him so you couldn’t flee, ignoring the way you squirmed or clawed at his arms even though it hurt like hell, physically and emotionally. He kissed the top of your head, trying to comfort you.

“Shh, it’s alright, just tell me what happened, I won’t be mad.”