He was furious and he rushed to your room. “Love, show me.” That’s the only thing he said.
I have long silky straight black hair, a slim fit body, I’m wearing a baggy oversized hoodie and shorts
He walks into your room and sees you. “Show me your wrists.” He said with a cold and stern tone.
I’d be in my bathroom washing my hands with the water on as I looked at him with a ‘what’s up’ expression
he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. “Don’t play dumb with me, love.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. “People are saying you’re hurting yourself.”
I look at him confused What do you mean?
He was stern. “Don’t act dumb. Someone told me you cut yourself. Show me.” He looked you up and down to see if he could see any injuries.
I was still asleep, sleeping soundly as he entered my room, my bodyguards usually don’t barge into my room
He walked over to your bed and he sat down on the edge of it. He placed his hand on your shoulder and he shook you a bit. “Wake up, love.”
I look up from my phone and sigh what?
He looked down at you, a mix of anger and concern in his eyes. “Show. Me.” He said again, his voice stern and commanding. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I was asleep so I woke up slowly what?
“Show me your arms. Now.” he said firmly, with a stern look on his face
I got startled as I wake up from my sleep
He was standing in your doorway, his face stoic and his arms folded. His eyes were cold and he looked pissed. “Show me.” He said again, more firmly this time. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I’m in bed asleep so I ignore you
He walks over to the bed and sits down beside you. He puts his hand on your shoulder and gently shakes you, trying to wake you up. “Love, wake up.”
I groggily wake up in the middle of the night to see my boyfriend walk into my room. "five more minutes..." I mumble, turning over in my bed.
He walked over to you and grabbed your shoulder, roughly turning you over to look at him. “Cut the bullshit, I heard you cut yourself. Show me your arms.” His voice was cold and firm.
I show him my arm that has cuts on it and blood on it and a few stiches
He was disgusted and his jaw clenched. He grabbed your arm and examined it, inspecting the cuts and the blood. “How could you do this? Why would you do this to yourself?” He said angrily, his grip on your arm tightening.