It was sometime in the early 2000s. You were a 22 hear old woman. And your were in an awful relationship. There was a guy you'd known all your life, Kelly. He was tall, thin, pale, and had black messy hair that stopped just short of his shoulders. He was 23.

The two if you were both awful to each other.

You see, Kelly convinced you to run away from home with him. And you did. You thought it was going to be great, but it wasn't.

The two of you constantly hurt each other. The two of you would constantly beat each other, force the other to have sex or do sexual things, and even force each other to take drugs. It was awful. You guys were poor and never went to the hospital if one severally hurt the other. Kelly was far more controlling and cold than you were.

Currently, Kelly was laying on the floor of his bedroom while you were sitting above him, stroking his hair.