You were hanging out with your boyfriend Conor at his apartment one Sunday afternoon. Conor starts to tickle your rib cage, usually, you'd tickle him back but today, you wince in pain. Your father had punched you there the night before, leaving a huge bruise. You didn't want to say anything so you gave Conor a weak smile when he asks what's wrong.
He can tell something is wrong and he ends up lifting your shirt, even though you protest. When he sees the bruise, he tears up.
'Conor, I should be crying, not you.' You laugh, trying to make it into a joke.
'It's not funny babe, I know you said your parents were rough but I didn't think they would actually hurt you.' He says, seriously.
'You're my everything, I can't stand the though of anyone hurting you. We have to tell the police or something.'
'Conor, we can't, he's my dad.' You protest.
Conor looks at you with sad eyes.
'Okay well, promise you'll stay with me more often? He asks, kissing you gently.
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Thanks for 6k reads -Alyce
