Mikasa's POV -

I'm sitting on our hotel room bed shirtless as Jean stares at me from the chair across from me. Drawing something. "I'm sorry Jean." I plead "Can I put my shirt back on yet?" "No. I'll tell you when I'm done drawing. And just for that I'm gonna start over. Now keep your mouth shut, you whore!" Jean snaps ripping the paper off the notebook he was using. I see it drift to the floor. It looks like he was almost done. If only I'd kept my big mouth shut. I started to cry a little. Jean stood up and smacked my face with his hand. "Stop crying you slut, I can't focus. I'll try again tomorrow. Now put your shirt on. No one wants to see that." Jean gesturing to me.

I out the shirt back on and got up to turn off the lights when Jean yelled. "Hurry up bitch. Oh, don't forget to turn the light o in the bathroom so I don't trip." "Y-yes h-honey." I answered him. "Stop stuttering." Jean snapped. "Ok, sorry." I said turning on the bathroom light and turned off the bedroom light.