John hit the bottle when he lost his whole team. You tried to always be here for him and let him grieve, and today when you came home he was drunk once again. You couldn't take it anymore and your emotions took over. You two got in fight, when you tried to take a bottle away from him.

"John, give me this, now!" You didn't want to give up.

"I said don't touch me!" When he made a sharp movement with his hand, a loud slap sliced the air and you felt your cheek burn with pain.