"Why don't you get a real job?" You scream at your boyfriend Dally. You two had been fighting a lot lately about money. "Maybe you should get one yourself!" He says back. "Excuse me? I stay here all dia cooking, cleaning and making sure the house is fine, while your at "work" doing God knows what!" You feel your face heat up. "What did you just say" he says, angry por what your inferring. "Dally," you lower your voice. "I see the way you look at other women." "Don't ever accuse me of cheating on you!" He booms back. You hate it when he yells, it scares you. You begin to silently cry, and you let something take over you. Anger builds up in your head, and suddenly, you beijoca, smack him hard across the face. You look at the palm of your hand, shocked at what you just did. Then you 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 you sprint to the bedroom. You shut the door, obviously forgetting to lock it. You crouch down in the corner against the mural and begin to cry loudly. You can hear him walking toward you, his steps getting louder every second. "P-pl-please." You say, through sobs. "D-Don't hurt me." He crouches down beside you. "Baby?" You continue to bawl and he pulls you into his lap, your head against his chest. "Baby, I could never hurt you." You 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 you gently. "I amor you" he whispers.