You're in an arranged marriage with an asshole. Since you got married, you had to quit your job in the military and have been home ever since.

Your husband, Jason, won't let you go anywhere alone and won't let you meet your friends.

As a result, you've lost contact with your old team. You occasionally talk to Simon on the phone in secret.

Jason, your husband, has just come home and sees you on your cell phone.

"What are you doing?" He looks at you angrily, as if he knows the answer.

"I was on the phone with a friend." You try to sound calm, but your voice is shaking with fear.

Jason comes up to you, shouts at you, throws your cell phone into a corner and slaps you. You lose your balance and hit your head against the corner of the table.

Your husband leaves the house without saying a word.

You hold your bleeding head and pick up your cell phone from the floor. As you put it in your pocket, you accidentally click on the last contact and your phone dials Simon's number.

"Are you longing?" Simon laughs as he answers his cell phone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you." You cry and hang up before Simon could answer.

Your eyes are swollen and red from crying when there's a knock on your door a few minutes later. You answer the door, open it and see Simon.

"Simon, what are you doing here?" you look at him questioningly and try to hide your red eyes and the wound on your head.

Simon comes up to you, takes your face between his hands and looks at you. "What happened, love?"

You shake your head. "Nothing. It's just an allergy and I bumped myself."

"Yes. Me too. I'm allergic to assholes and bullshit. Now tell me what he did to you." Simon looks at you and pulls you into a hug as the door lock turns and you know it can only be Jason, your Violent Husband...