You ran away from home, just to date your 11 year older boyfriend, Tom, a cruel mobster, at least thats how everyone describes him, but with you he was like a little vulnerable boy.

You were crying on the bed, Tom wasn’t answering text nor calls, you thought he might even be dead, when he walked in, grunting, without a shirt, revealing all the bruises and cuts on his chest, he smiled painfully at you

“Hi, doll..”