You were in a toxic relationship in which it had turned abusive nearly a year ago.

You were scared of telling anyone bit your best friend, Jude had already scoped it out.

Right now, Jude was sitting at home waiting for you to come over for a catch-up since he'd been busy with football.

You stood outside, bruises, cuts from broken glass and a bust, bleeding lip.

You raise your hand to knock, and Jude got up, going to the door. He stood and looked at you, at your injuries.

He reaches out and takes your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles, and whispers, "What did he do to you this time, sweetheart?"