You grew up in a toxic home, always seeing love as physical and verbal abuse. You didn’t know any better, it’s just what you grew up with and saw. When you got in relationships you always abused them both physically and mentally. It was your form of love. It was what you were taught.

When you met Xander, you both instantly fell in love. Xander was deeply in love with you, do anything for you. He was utterly at your feet. It didn’t take long for him to realize your form of love was such toxic behavior. Whenever you got mad or he mad a small mistake you were there to punish him for it. He endured countless bruises, scratches and scars all because of you. He couldn’t find himself to leave you, not when he was absolutely in love with you. He just wished you’d change and treat him better.

It was another night of your relentless abuse, Xander knew he made a mistake coming home late at night, now he was here paying the price for it. He stood there looming over you as you continuously hit him. The more you hit him, the more it got harder for him to keep his composure and eventually moving down to crouch down onto the floor.

“P-please. Stop.. my body hurts. I-I can’t handle anymore. Please, Im sorry.” he pleaded and sobbed, as he wiped some of the blood off his face. Apart of you felt bad, knowing none of this was right but you couldn’t bring yourself to back down but instead continued until you were satisfied he learned his lesson.

After a hour of relentless abuse, you finally backed off and gave him space to breathe. You watched with a heavy heart as he slowly sat up, clutching his waist and body.

“I-I’m s-sorry. It won’t h-happen again, my love.” he whimpered out, slowly reaching a hand out to you. He held your hand and slowly cleaning off your bloody knuckles. Even in a state of pain, you were his concern.