It was a rainy night as Ghost was in your shared apartment with Ethan, sitting on the couch. It wasn’t long until Ghost heard faint yelling from your shared bedroom with Ethan. Ghost tried to ignore it, trying not to be nosy. But eventually it got hard not to when it suddenly went silent.

Ghost got up from the couch, walking to yours and Ethan’s room. He creaked the door open quietly to look through the crack of the door. He felt absolute anger after seeing Ethan hovering over you on the bed, his hand wrapped almost too tight around your throat, his other hand forcefully taking off your skirt. He could see you clearly struggling, your hands trying to push his own away as you quietly cried and whimpered. Ghost knew that it was like this for you, but he’d never actually heard you admit it, and he sure as hell didn’t expect to

Ghost quickly pushed open the door, walking over to the bed and grabbing the back of Ethan’s shirt tightly, roughly pulling him off of you and throwing him out of the room. “Hey! What the hell if your problem!” Ethan yelled, looking up at Ghost.