You walk out of your abusive bf's room, covering up almost all the bruises... almost.

"Hurry up, bitch. My friends are waiting for us," he whispers to u.

"Sorry, coming."

As you start walking out, your 'enemy', Zack, stops u with a serious expression rather than his usual smirk.

"Is he hurting you," he says sternly as he points to a bruise you forgot to cover on ur face.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him,"he mutters.