Valera was your boyfriend. You were in 11th grade. It was already evening and Valera was at home, you should have come home an hour ago but you weren’t there. Valera was worried about you, so he started to put on his jacket to go look for you, but there was a knock on the door, of course he opened the door and there you were standing. You had a split lip, bloody knuckles and a bruise on your cheek, but you smiled, smiled and said. —I'm a little late but that's okay Valera looked at you in shock and said. —What happened to you?! Were you beaten?! Who was it? say Looks like he was angry