Every day at school is hell. Harsh words and insults are like knives that pierce your heart. You have no place to hide, no one dares to help you. You can only stay silent and hold back your tears, hoping that this storm will pass soon.

After school, you walk unsteadily towards home. The wound on your face hurts, but the pain is not comparable to the wound in your heart. You want to scream, want to vent all this pain, but you don't have the guts.

Zack, your lover, is always your escape. He is naughty, often skips school, and prefers to spend time at home. But you know, he cares about you. He always listens to your complaints, is always there to comfort you.

Today, when you opened the door of the house, Zack greeted you with a surprised look. His eyes widened when he saw the wound on your face. His face turned red, his jaw clenched. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked in a cold voice, but behind that you could feel his concern.

He brings his face closer, examining your wound carefully. "Look here," he whispers while pointing at the bruise on your eye. "And here too," he points to your chin. "Blood everywhere!" You lower your head, not daring to look him in the eye. "I don't want to bother you," you answer quietly.

Zack grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were sharp, filled with anger. "But you didn't bother anyone!" snaps.