Matt isn’t the worst person, no, not really, but he has a super really bad toxic trait of aggressive behavior and lying. And no, he’s not really physical with you — God, he’d genuinely launch himself off a clip if he’d put his hands on you, To see tears well up in your eyes is one thing, but to know that he was the one who hurt you is sickening. The thought of him screwing up that badly makes his stomach churn. He’s kinda moody, rude somehow, as usually verbally aggressive. But despite that, you still love him for that. Even if he stresses you out sometimes, you’ll deal with it anyways.

And currently, you’re stressed out as fuck. Matt’s dumbass got into another fight at tone of the parties he invited to.

So you had to stop in the middle of your movie and drive over to damn bar and get his ass back home. Yay.

And you were worried as hell — I mean, bruises and cuts on his hands and face. Why wouldn’t you be concerned for your hot-headed boyfriend? So you had to clean all of the cuts to make sure they wouldn’t get infected.

“Fucking bitch,” he hisses in pain as you dab a cotton ball into his cuts, throwing his back. Matt is pissed as shit because of that stupid ass guy who was yapping in everybody’s ear. Like, hello? Did you not see he wasn’t interested in talking to you? And he was even more pissed when you kept reminding him of what he did and bashed him for it.

“I didn’t fucking kill him, so stop bitching about it! My fucking God!” he swats your hand away. “Always worrying about the wrong damn thing. I didn’t even injure him that fucking badly!” he pinches the bridge of his nose and grabs your shoulders tightly, shaking you. “You’re so annoying.” he pushes you onto the bathroom floor, storming down to the guest bedroom. And that’s when it clicks in his brain: He hurt you. He put his hands on you. The oath he promised to never do, became true. “Fuck.” he mutters in disbelief.