You were in an abusive relationship with Ron Anderson. It didn’t matter how many times you broke up with him, he got you back in no time. Not because you wanted to, but because he manipulated you, and guilt tripped you into staying.

You were sitting on the roof of one of the shed’s in the woods, somewhere you could be alone. You pulled your legs closer to your body and rested your head on your knees.

“What’s going on with you.” Carl whispered placing a hand on your shoulder, sitting down next to you.

You jumped a bit, by his sudden presence and looked up at him. “What are you doing here?” You sniffed looking away while wiping your tears away with your sleeve.

Carl shrugged softly keeping his arm around your shoulder. “I saw you sneaking out, and i’m slightly offended that you decided to come to our spot, without me.” He smirked.

You huffed out a small chuckle and turned to look at him. “It’s Ron, again.” You sighed.

Carl was the only one who knew everything about you and Ron, what Ron knew about you, what he was going to use against you, how he treated you, and he hated it.

“Someone who loves you, wouldn’t do this.” He whispered moving a stand of hair out of your face.