Valeria Garza...

Ever since Valeria started punching the wall to avoid hitting you, you knew the relationship would end badly. Every night after work, she would come home completely drunk, to the point where she would become extremely aggressive. She no longer seemed like the woman you had known; she was someone completely different.

Valeria stood at the front door, holding an empty bottle of wine, her brow furrowed, her gaze fixed on you. You stood there, not knowing what to do. You approached with slow, gentle steps, trying not to disturb her, but you stopped when you heard glass break; Valeria had thrown the bottle. You gulped at the fear you were beginning to feel. She approached with heavy steps, and when she reached you, she slapped you and pushed you to the floor.

"I hate you," he said contemptuously. Before you could say anything, Valeria kicked you in the stomach.