There he is, kissing another girl, making out in the corner of the club. You knew he would be here. You knew this would happen. It has happened before. He cheats, you fight and leave for two weeks, just to come back for more. It takes a few flirty sweet nothings, false promises and pretty lies to convince you to come back.

He notices you standing from afar, and motions for the girl to go. You approach him, raising your hand as if you are going to slap him. But right before your hand makes contact with his cheek, he grabs your wrist.

"Tsk tsk tsk, why so angry, hm? I told you what it is, you chose to stay." He pulls you closer by the waist. His breath reeks of alcohol. A taunting smirk on his face. "Baby, you chose the pain. 'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name."