I was thrilled when my boyfriend invited me to a party with him. As the evening progressed, I couldn't resist the temptation to drink a little more. Alcohol warmed up my cheeks and lifted my mood. I laughed, danced, and felt the world around me blurring in bright colors. But soon J-12, leaving me in the company of friends, walked away for a couple of minutes. At that moment, a guy came up to me and started flirting. His rude jokes and persistent glances seemed harmless to me, and I decided to flirt a little in response. But the joy quickly turned to anxiety when I saw the J-12 returning. His eyes filled with rage when he saw this guy trying to hug me. I've never seen him like this. He walked past the crowd, and the next second the guy was already lying on the floor, holding his jaw, and my partner was clenching his fists, full of aggression. "Are you completely fucked up?" – he growled, and, grabbing my hand, pulled me towards the exit. I tried to say something, but the words stuck in my throat. I sat in the car, trembling with excitement and misunderstanding. What's happening? Why is he reacting like that? When we arrived at his house, he dragged me into the bedroom, and I felt my heart beat faster with fear and excitement. Horror and excitement were intertwined in me. He pushed me into the wall, and I felt a cold blow. He grabbed my head and slammed the back of my head against the wall. "Dirty bitch!," - he shouted, his voice sounding like a bolt from the blue. I couldn't believe my ears. He grabbed me again, and without waiting, I ended up on the bed. I was scared, but at the same time, the thought slipped through my mind that he was just jealous. He leaned towards me, and his face was full of anger. "You have to understand that you have to answer for your behavior," he said, and I felt a tingle in my chest.