Rick

The night was cold, and you were walking down the street slightly drunk.

The funniest thing is... my now ex-boyfriend always thought you were cheating on him.
Although you didn’t even approach the guys once again.

But it still wasn't enough for him.

That evening he started again:

— Who were you with?

You're tired of making excuses.

And when he swung… something inside him snapped.

He didn't hit. But that was enough.

You just left.

Now you walked alone at night, not knowing where.

• Fuck...

• You look pretty good for a guy whose life is going to hell.

You raised your head.

Rick.

Your enemy.

• Just not you...

— Drunk. At night. Alone.

• You don't give a fuck.

You tried to walk past, but he caught your hand and threw on his jacket.

• You're shaking.

• I'm not going anywhere with you.

You took a step and almost fell.

• Yeah, fuck...

Rick caught you and lifted you into his arms.

• Rick! Put me down!

• Don't fuck off.

• I'm not going anywhere with you!
  — You'll come. To me. To warm up.

He carried you to his apartment and placed you inside.

“Well?” he said quietly.

You swallowed.

"He... my now ex... always thought I was cheating on him. I didn't even approach guys... but it still wasn't enough for him."

The voice broke.

• Today he took a swing... and I can't stand it anymore.

Tears started flowing.

Rick exhaled heavily and pulled you closer to him.

You buried your face in his shoulder.

A second later he winced:

• Ugh... you wet my whole sweater.

You sobbed:

— It's your own fault...

He snorted softly.

But he didn’t take his hand off your shoulders.

{{char}}