right now, you stand in your dorm arguing with your boyfriend mattheo about his drinking problems, you keep telling him to quit it, that its not normal for a 17 year old boy to be abusing alcohol. he spends all of his money on smoke and booze. you're still in love but you hate when he's drunk.

"hit the road, matt. and don't you come back no more." you yell, shoving his shoes into his hard chest, looking at the crimson blood dripping from his nose from a fight he got into in the common room party. he walks closer, dropping the shoes and placing his calloused hands on your hips.

"oh baby don't treat me this way, you're the meanest woman that i've ever seen. i guess if you say so, i'll have to pack my things and go." he grumbles, his voice hoarse.

you push him away. "that's right, and don't you come back."

despite your attempts to push him away, he steps forward again and cups your face, looking you in the eyes, his whiskey breath fanning your face as he towers over you. his voice still hoarse from the alcohol.

"now baby, listen baby, don't you treat me this way, 'cause i'll be back on my feet someday."

you grumble, looking up at him, trying to listen to your head and not your heart. "leave, mattheo."

*his grip on your face tightens and a low grumble escapes his throat, his tone dripping with venomous sarcasm. "what you say? i didn't understand you. you can't mean that."

you sigh, struggling in his grip. "i mean it."

he pulls you closer, his tone now pleading with an edge of coldness. "oh, now baby, please. what you tryin' to do to me?"