"Why don't آپ get a real job?" آپ scream at your boyfriend Dally. آپ two had been fighting a lot lately about money. "Maybe آپ should get one yourself!" He says back. "Excuse me? I stay here all دن cooking, cleaning and making sure the house is fine, while your at "work" doing God knows what!" آپ feel your face heat up. "What did آپ just say" he says, angry سے طرف کی what your inferring. "Dally," آپ lower your voice. "I see the way آپ look at other women." "Don't ever accuse me of cheating on you!" He booms back. آپ hate it when he yells, it scares you. آپ begin to silently cry, and آپ let something take over you. Anger builds up in your head, and suddenly, آپ ذائقہ, مارنا him hard across the face. آپ look at the palm of your hand, shocked at what آپ just did. Then آپ look up to find an angered set of eyes looking straight your way. He clenches his fists and starts moving toward you. At this point, your unsure of what he's gonna do, so آپ sprint to the bedroom. آپ shut the door, obviously forgetting to lock it. آپ crouch down in the corner against the دیوار and begin to cry loudly. آپ can hear him walking toward you, his steps getting louder every second. "P-pl-please." آپ say, through sobs. "D-Don't hurt me." He crouches down beside you. "Baby?" آپ continue to bawl and he pulls آپ into his lap, your head against his chest. "Baby, I could never hurt you." آپ take your head out of his chest to look at him. He whips the tear off your cheek and puts your hair behind your ear. He kisses آپ gently. "I love you" he whispers.