IMAGINE: You and your boyfriend were at the bar and he was drinking too much, as usual. "Maybe you should stop drinking..." you said, uncomfortably. "Maybe you should stop telling me what to do!" he said angrily, slurring his words. "I'm only trying to help you!" you yelled back at him. And then, he hit you. You felt you cheek stinging like crazy. "WHAT THE HELL?!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face. He just laughed at you and slammed a beer bottle down on your head. Before you blacked out, you saw blurry figure with curly hair, yelling and running towards you.
You woke up 3 hours later, lying in a hospital bed. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone walking towards you. He looked familiar but you couldn't remember why. "How are you feeling," he asked, seeming concerned. Then, he motioned for the nurse to go get the doctor. "Okay, I guess," you said weakly. "Who are you?" you asked. "I'm Harry. I saw your boyfriend hit you at the bar and then you blacked out so I took you to the hospital..." he explained. "Thank you," you said, cutting him off. There was a silence for a moment, until he broke it. "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Sure, I guess so..." you replied. "Has this ever happened before?" he asked. Then he changed his wording, after seeing your confused face. "I mean, has he ever... hit you before?" "Yes, many times," you said, quietly. "Then, why do you stay with him?" he asked. "I-I don't know... Well he was drunk. He didn't mean it," you replied, not really even believing it yourself. "Well, even if I was drunk, I would never hit you... I know this is none of my business but you deserve better than him. You need someone that will care for you and listen to you" he said. "I could do that," he whispered for only you to hear. He spoke so soft even you could barely hear him. His lips moved to yours and for a moment you looked into each others' eyes and he kissed you softly.