Why do I do this to her?

Mike was leaning against a desert-looking backstage hallway, exhaling a deep breath and running his hands through his short hair when he kept on thinking why the fuck does he keep on abusing Haylie ever since they first met? Maybe it was her attitude towards him? Nah, that couldn't be it, she was always nice to him no matter what the situation is. Maybe it was him? Maybe that it was his attitude that everytime something just doesn't go his way—the perfect example would be when someone interfere the chances of him cash in his Money in the Bank briefcase, that his anger and frustration would rise and Haylie was just the unfortunate person that he would release all that anger, that he would release all of his frustration.

"Mike, are you still here on Planet Earth?" He heard someone ask.

Mike shook his head to bring him back to reality as he saw his sister Emma. She was wearing a light punk t-shirt with a sentence written in black, Yes I'm a Bitch-just not yours black jean short shorts and white converse shoes. Her long brunette hair was currently in a pony tail.

"What do you want Emma—are you going to accuse me of abusing my girlfriend to?" Mike asked.

"No, why would I do that to my brother?" Emma asked.

"Because you'd made my life a living hell when we were kids." Mike replied.

"Oh yeah—I'd liked that. Anyways, that's not the point." Emma said.

"Than what is the point?" Mike asked.

"The point is that if you are abusing you're girlfriend, can you just please stop, she'll really appreciate it, plus she was the best thing that happened in you're life, and if you continue what you're doing to her, she'll be out of her life just like that." Emma said with a snap of her fingers.

"But I'm not abusing Haylie." Mike said.

"I'm not saying that you are, I'm just saying IF you're abusing her, just stop." Emma said then walked away from her brother.

"God damn it." Mike said as he back-kicked the wall.