"I-I don't know..." I mumble.

"Whelp, it's time for me to go now." She says as an alarm goes off. "It was nice meeting you Jack!" She smiles.

"It was nice meeting you too!" I smile back. "Oh wait, selfie!" She says before leaving.

I quickly take the selfie with her and she leaves. Then, I order my coffee.

-Time skip-

I then drive off to the local grocery store to pick up some random food items so that Brad doesn't abuse me for lying...

One I arrive, I walk in and pick up some bread, some gags, bacon, and some pancake mix. I wanted to treat myself the next day since Brad would be out all day.

-

I got home and slowly opened the door. I peeked around the corner and Brad wasn't there. "B-Brad?" I say.

There was no answer.

I walk in fully and put the groceries on the kitchen table. "I'M HOME!" I yell.

Brad walks out of my office. "What we're you doing in there?" I ask. "Oh I was just on your computer tweeting that everything's alright." He replies.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" I yell. I run into my office and see that my Twitter is on with the tweet:
@Jack_Septic_Eye: I just want everyone to know that everything's fine! I may not be on Twitter much but that's just because I don't have anything interesting to post...

"BRAD?!" I yell. "Yeah?" He asks walking through the door. "Why did you tweet that? You do know that I can delete it, right?" I say.

"Yeah, but then I can do something back." Brad says with a smirk. He walks out the door and I delete the tweet, regardless.

"JACK!" I hear Brad yell. I stay silent and sigh.

He storms into the room and slaps me across the face. "I told you you'd deal with the consequences!" He says pointing at me.

Then, before I could say anything else he pushes me onto my desk causing my monitor to fall over.

"Owww..." I moan as my back starts to hurt.

"I don't have a razor on my but if I did, I would use it." Brad growls.

"Brad please..." I say putting my hands up.

Brad shakes his head and punches me. My nose immediately starts bleeding.

He stomps out and I was left lying there on my desk, nose bleeding and my back stabbing.

I start to sob a tiny bit and roll onto my side, not getting off of the desk.

Blood was dripping onto my desk and streaming onto the floor.

I'm always like this.

I'm always left helpless.