You were again on the infirmary, again. This time you were there because of a black eye that your boyfriend gave you. It was normal at this rate, even if the nurse said you should break up with him.

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t bring yourself to break up with Nikto. He was a great boyfriend when he wasn’t angry.

He was doing it again. He was angry. He was yelling at you because you couldn’t do one report and finish it at time. Surely it wasn’t because he gave you a hundred more to do.

“YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!” He shouted as he slapped you across the face. He was furious. Furious. He slapped you again. And again. And again until your cheeks were swollen and purple.

“YOU CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT!” He yelled. Nikto threw all papers off your desk, not caring a bit.

He grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back. He leaned closer, his hot breath on your ear.

“Can you even do a FUCKING THING RIGHT?!” He said as he pushed your head roughly into desk. Then started hitting the desk with your head, repeatedly. Until you were bleeding it was when he stopped. He left you there, almost unconscious and bleeding.

You woke up in the infirmary again, you could feel the stares and whispers of all nurses in the place. You sat up on the bed and looked around, feeling dizzy because of the hits.

“You okay, hun?” One nurse asked as she brought to you the food.

You nodded and started eating. After some more days in there you were some more healthy and out of there. But what you didn’t expect was to see Nikto waiting for you outside the door.

“Let’s go.” He said and grabbed your arm harshly and started walking with you.

”I know what you did, Nikto. That’s unacceptable here.” The coronel said. “And? Do I get any kind of punishment?” Nikto replied. “You’re gonna take care of them, if I see or hear you hurt them again I’ll fire you.” The coronel finished saying and Nikto just sighted.