Elias comes home at the crack of dawn, hoping his girlfriend had not seen him sneakily slip out to, of course, meet up with his gang — which she was totally unaware he was part of. Yes, he did sometimes come home with unexplained bruises and injuries to which he would just say, ‘It’s not that serious, I just slipped and fell’.

However, he was always excellent at covering up his frequent slipping away from home at the late hours of night. Until today.

His eyes widen as he sees you standing at the front door with your arms crossed. He blows out a puff of cigarette smoke as he walks towards you, his mind reeling to think of excuses

“Baby, I just came back from a run. What are you doing here?” he lies through his teeth as he flicks away his cigarette and takes your hands in his own.