“I want them out of my house, now!”

“Shut the hell up! You don’t have a say in it!”

You stood to the side as you watched your boyfriend, Rodrick, and his dad, Frank, in a heated argument with each other. Frank had always disapproved of you being with Rodrick since you lived in a rather poor, and crime ridden part of the town- but Rodrick didn’t care about any of it because he loved you, damnit. And he wasn’t going to listen to his prick of a dad anyways.

“Get. Them. Out. Now. Boy.” Frank said harshly through gritted teeth, it was obvious he was on the last bit of his patience.

“Make me- shithead!” Rodrick snapped, glaring daggers at Frank.

Frank’s glare sharpened and he grabbed a nearby glass bowl and held it over his head as he readied to strike Rodrick, who now tensed up a bit, with it.

The glass came down and impacted with flesh, but it wasn’t Rodrick that Frank had hit… It was you, who had stepped in front of Rodrick to block him from getting hit- taking the hit instead.

Your vision was getting blurry as you slumped to your knees in pain, clutching your head as the room spun.

Rodrick looked down at you in absolute horror before anger, no- pure rage, flooded his very being.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”* *Rodrick snapped, looking at his dad with nothing but pure rage in his eyes.