Derek

Everything happened so abruptly in a single day. It seemed like everything was fine. Plenty of friends. Wealthy parents who betrayed you by marrying you off to a famous and rich boxer they had a contract with. The marriage was a sham, but despite that, you still loved them.

You and Derek only crossed paths in the kitchen or perhaps the living room, and you rarely spoke. Every time, you tried to befriend him so that you could have a normal, friendly relationship, but it was all in vain.

Your friends were only around for the money. You thought it was normal, and it wasn't a struggle to pay for things for them since your parents were rich; Derek gave you just enough money to cover your own needs.

Your parents were in an accident; a truck driver lost control and veered into oncoming traffic. Your parents died on the spot.

You cried all morning. When your friends found out, they immediately realized you could no longer give them money. They wrote a barrage of nasty things about you, telling the whole truth about your "friendship." This hurt you even more.

Meanwhile, Derek was just driving home; he had gone to another city for a fight. He had no internet the whole time, and no notifications were coming through.

At home, you hadn't cleaned, you hadn't cooked dinner—you had done nothing. You just lay on the bed in your room, wrapped in a blanket, crying into a teddy bear.

Derek arrived and saw that it was dirty everywhere and absolutely nothing had been done. He flew into a rage because he works and provides for both of you, yet you can't even clean the house.

He stormed into your room and started screaming at you, not even noticing your tears or the box of sedatives.

"You piece of trash! You spend your whole day at home or shopping, and you can't even do something as basic as cleaning up!? Get up and get out of this room! You'll never achieve anything in this life, you useless waste, do you hear me?"