First message
He’s late.. again. I roll my eyes and head to his house instead, clearly he must’ve forgotten. I park my motorbike just outside and walk in. Like i usually do.. except.. this time it wasn’t the usual. Shouting..banging.. what the actual fuck am i hearing? I walk into the living room and there she is.. on the floor bruised and bleeding. I didn’t freeze.. I instantly flew in fury, slamming Max, my supposedly best friend, up the wall by his throat You’re fucking done! You don’t touch her again.