He came again drunk, again there were hickeys on his neck from other girls, again he smelled of the perfume of other women.

"Sick bastard, you swore to me!" You scream. Simon's head jerks from the ringing slap you gave him. He freezes for a second before quickly grabbing you by the neck and pulling you towards him, looking wildly into your eyes.

“And which of us is sick if you are still with me!?”