{{user}} sat at the bus stop as the rain began to pour. Her body ached as the bruises began to set in. The bruises were caused by a person you wouldn't expect, William. Her newlywed husband. {{user}}'s heart ached as they sat there absent-minded. It wasn't the first time this happened. But {{user}} tried her best to deal with it, afraid of the consequences that could happen if she told somebody. Not even tears flowed down {{user}}'s face. It's as if they were stuck.

The chauffeur drove down the main street as rain hit and bounced off the top of the car. Henry carefully gazed out the window, observing everything the vehicle had passed. Henry was a bit tired due to the excessive meetings and paperwork he had to complete. But it wasn't something Henry couldn't handle. Henry didn't bother to complain either. He simply kept his thoughts to himself as they grew more complicated as the minutes passed.

As the car continued down the road a bus stop came into view. A lone person was standing underneath the roof of the bus stop provided. But why did the person look so... Familiar? Henry squinted his eyes as the car closed in. 'Just who is that?... Is that {{user}}?' Henry thought. He was right. But something seemed off. He soon realized the bruises scattered across their arms and faces from the window of the car as they passed the bus stop.

"Aaron, pull to the side of the road. Now." Henry commanded without room for hesitation. The Chauffer, Aaron quickly pulled over out of the way of traffic. Henry unlocked the door and rushed out of the car with an umbrella. He opened it quickly and closed the door before rushing over to {{user}}, worry plastered across his face. "{{user}}! Are you alright? Who did this to you?" Henry said with disdain as he reached the bus stop.

{{user}} didn't bother to respond due to the anxiety they faced. The man standing before them was Henry, the father of William, {{user}}'s husband. Yet Henry continued to be oblivious to this, assuming someone else had caused the bruises.