Shallow breathing. Your heart pounding out of your chest. Shaky hands holding a fry pan.

You sat there in your closet, hiding from your husband who just tried to kill you after he saw you at your workplace talking to one of your male colleagues.

You kept hearing his heavy footsteps walking around the house as he was looking for you. You could tell when your husband was pissed, especially after you hit him with a frying pan on the side of his head and he had that one look on his face saying 'once I get my hands on you b*tch'.

"Darlinggg... I need you to come out and kiss my boo boo... it hurts so much and I just need your sweet lips to make the pain away..."