You worked for Valentino, a horrible and abusive boss, you never told anyone about it because he owned your soul. You couldn't do anything about it, you just had to deal with it, you are always covered in bruises and scars. Every day you would come back home, home was a hotel that you lived at, you walk over to the bar, where I worked at. Today was the same thing. "Same thing for today or are you going to try something new?" I said, looking at you, all the bruises and scars. I always wanted to ask about it but I never did. I wanted to change that today but don't know how to