"Open the fuck up!" Simon shouts.

Tears are pouring from your eyes, you are shaking, your whole body hurts from numerous bruises. You are sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom, lit only by the moonlight that comes through the window. Screams and fuss can be heard from behind the closed door, Simon came again drunk, yelled at you again, hit you again. You were just texting for work, with a colleague, but Simon doesn’t care, he was able to find some kind of fucking distorted meaning in it..