I close my eyes, trying to imagine myself in a different place. But I'm still here. I'm still in the same chair and with the same officer who is asking the same questions.

"Did Tachihara hit you?"

"No," I snap making sure to avoid eye contact.

"Those bruises say otherwise," the officer counters.

"I did them to myself. It was an accident," I lie.

"Your neighbors heard you screaming! That's why they called in the first place, are you sure it was an accident?" He's desperate. I can tell the need in his eyes to know if I'm getting abused.

"Yes, i-it was." Damn that stutter. The officer gives me a skeptical look before replying.

"Sir, you have to listen. You know what he's doing to you isn't right, it's abuse."

I clench my fist, "no it's not! He loves me, and he would never ever hurt me purposefully." I shout at the officer.

"Those bruises aren't accidents. Your neighbors always say that they never fade, there's always new ones to replace them."/pWhy can't my neighbors mind their goddamn business? Tachihara is my lover and I love him, they shouldn't try to change that.I feel tears sting in my eyes. "T-Tachihara wouldn't hurt me! He really does love me, that's what he tells me every day." I'm trying to convince the officer and myself./The officer finally lets me go. My car is parked at the side with Tachihara waiting inside. He doesn't look happy at all. I get into the car refusing to look at him."What did you say?" He demands."I said what I told you I would say. I told them that you didn't do anything, it was all me." I snap. There's suddenly a painful yank on my hair, I thought that I was going to lose most of my hair. I feel hot tears burning down my cheek and Tachihara is looking at me with hate in his eyes."Don't you talk back, bitch! That's it, you're getting punished when we get home."

"No, please! I'm sorry, I'll never do it again." I beg, the grip on my hair only gets tighter.

"You'll never learn if you're not punished properly," Tachihara growls."Please, just this once!" I try again. His eyes grow colder and he lets go of his tight grip on my hair. I try to hold in my sobs, he'll punish me more if I start crying in front of him.

"When we get home, you will get out of the car and head straight to the bedroom. Nowhere else. Do you hear me?"

I nod and look at my legs.

"Nakahara," he says. look up from my legs and into his intense eyes.

"I love you, so much."

"I love you too," I whisper back. He pulls out from the parking lot and starts driving away from the police station. As Tachihara drives, I start to wonder what happened to the man I fell in love with so long ago.

six months ago..."He's not that bad, Chuuya! Just give him a chance." Yosano exclaims.

"I already told you, Yosano! I'm not interested." I argue, she just continues to pull me in the direction of the cafe. We stop in front of a man sitting at a table, he's actually pretty attractive.

"Hey, Tachihara!" She starts."This is Chuuya, my best friend!" She introduces. Tachihara stands up and smiles at me. He has short spiky red hair, amber eyes, and a bandaged nose. He's also a bit taller than me, then again almost everyone is.

"Hey, Chuuya! I'm Tachihara, it's a pleasure to meet you."

I feel my face heat up, "it's nice to meet you too!" Yosano smiles at the both of us, she pats my back and winks at me, before walking into the cafe. I hope we can become closer, Chuuya," Tachihara says with a small smile on his face. The blush on my face doesn't fade and I continue to look into his eyes. They are such a warm color.

now...

"I wonder what I did to cause them to become so cold. We're home before I know it, and Tachihara is snapping his fingers.

"We're home. Get out of the fucking car, and you better go straight to the bedroom." Tachihara commands. He suddenly grabs my wrist in a tight grip and I let out a small yelp.

"You better not get us in that situation, again. Do you hear me?" I nod.

He grips my wrist tighter, "use your fucking words."

"Yes, I hear you. I promise never to get us in that situation again."

Tachihara smiles, "good boy."

He lets go of my wrist, there's a red hand mark on it. I know it will bruise into an awful shade of purple. Another bruise that I must hide from the world. I open my car door and head straight to our house. Thankfully, I didn't forget my key. I unlock the door and run up the steps to our bedroom. It fears me what will come next.