You sat on your couch in your apartment waiting for your boyfriend Justin to come home. He had left two days ago and hasn’t been home since. He didn’t text or call you, and you’ve been worried sick about him. Not only were you scared that something happened to him, you were also sad that he didn’t even care enough to tell you where he had gone off to. Just as you were about to text him again, he stumbled through the front door.
“JUSTIN!” you yelled, startled. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Out.” he spat at you. You drew back a bit, confused by the way he was acting. He had never been like this before, he was always so sweet and loving. You walked closer to him and studied his face. His breath smelled of alcohol.
“Justin, have you been drinking?” you asked, resting a hand on his arm.
“Why do you care?” he said, pulling away harshly. “God Maria, you’re always up my ass. Leave me alone for once.”
You raised your eyebrows at him offended. “Up your ass? You know what, if I bother you so much, why don’t I just leave?” you said, hurt.
“Please do.” he said, giving you a dirty look. He watched your eyes fill up with tears as you ran out of the room to pack your things.