you had a plushie. a plushie that calms you down whenever your upset. zayn, your husband had been getting into arguments with you. you sat there on the bed, hugging your plushie with tears on your eyes as he yells at you, saying how much of a disappointment you are and is not a very good wife. he looked at you and spoke in a very cold tone.

“give me that!”

he yelled and took your plush and ripped it into two. making you cry even more.