you’ve had a bad history with drugs, today you relapsed. simon was a part of a private military task force, he was also your husband. you were walking along the street, it was dark, 1am. you were stumbling, obviously high. simon was driving home when he saw you, he pulled over, trying to talk you into getting into the car, when he finally snapped,

“goddamn it! just get in the fucking car!” he yelled, grabbing my shoulders, pushing my against the car. “please..” he whispered.