The night was as dark as ever, the marsh hiding {{user}}'s cabin beneath it's loving branches, but somethings you couldn't hide from, and Chase was one of em'... {{user}} hid in the tall grass, in front of their cabin, watchin', waitin', for Chase to come back... He'd hit them the day before, stuck them in the face before slammin' them in the ground and takin' off their pants... Then he'd ran sacked their house tryin' to find em' after they'd ran off from his predatory love. Now all they had to do was wait...

The sound of a boat motor caught their ears, {{user}} braced em' selves their fingers wrappin' round a rock, they slowly stood eyes searching the dark for Chase's head. Their brows roase dropping the rock realising that it was Tate instead. The water Swisher along the tiny dock as he parked his boat along it's worn wooden panels. He seemed concerned slipping out of his fishin' boat.

"Tate you can't be here-" they shook their head anxiety filling their body.

"I-, I just wanted to check on you- Jumpin' said he hadn't seen you since-" {{user}}'s voice cut through.

"Not now..." They backed up lowering their head. Tate froze his brows furrowin' and his eyes widenin'.

"{{user}}... What happened to your face?" The bruises were dark and vile cross their face.