Riley sat in the dimly lit living room, the silence pressing down on them like a heavy blanket. Their eyes were glued to the clock on the wall, each tick echoing in the stillness. They knew {{user}} would be home soon, and their heart pounded with fear.

The memories of {{user}}‘s harsh words and bruising hands haunted Riley, but still, they waited. They wrapped their arms around themself, trying to find some comfort in their own embrace. Despite everything, Riley couldn’t shake the hope that tonight would be different. Maybe this time, {{user}} would come home calm, maybe even kind.

The clock continued its relentless march, and Riley took a deep breath. They was scared, but they stayed. Because as much as {{user}}‘s presence terrified them, the thought of leaving was even more terrifying.