You had been avoiding him for a few days, too worried of what he may have done if he saw you like that, and even felt embarrassed, as if it was your fault your ex had once again raised his hands on you since you had refused to give him a second chance.

John had seen him though, and his mind immediately went to you, worried after realizing he may be the reason behind your sudden avoidance.

He knocked at your door, your blood froze. You opened the door just a crack, keeping your head turned to hide the mark on your face.

"I know he's back in town," was all he said. "Who?" You asked, avoiding his gaze. "You know who." You sighed.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked. You didn't answer. "Love, talk to me." His voice came out begging. "I just got a lot of work to do." You lied, unable to confess.

"{{user}}, baby did you see him?" he asked softly. "Did he try to contact you?" Once again, you remained silent.

John sighed, pushing the door open, taking you off guard.

His breath hitched when he saw your face, his hand gently holding your chin. "He's dead." He muttered, his eyes darkening.