Robyn
It had been about a month since Matt, my childhood best friend saved me from my abusive relationship, but to clear things up, it wasn't one of those "she knows she's being abused but still loves him" ordeals. No. At first it started out a like a normal happy relationship then he lost his job, then got into gambling and drinking and developed a temper. Then the abuse started. Mental and the physical. But he was smart about it. He hit me where nobody could see it. He took my phone from me. I became a prisoner. I hated my life. Then one day Matt came and saved me because he was worried, and now, im staying with him and life has gotten so much better for me.
I climbed out of my bed and threw ob some shorts and a tank top before walking down to the kitchen where Matt was getting himself some coffee. "Morning Matty!" I said cheerfully. I was getting to be myself again. I still had some pretty bad scars and some of my wounds were still healing, but I was doing so much better. "Mind pouring me a cup? Pretty please?" I asked, holding out my coffee mug.
Brian
Johnny was supposed to be bringing some friend or relative or whatever of his to the studio today. They were probably just as gnome like as he was. I wasn't too fond on meeting new people especially at our studio, but I had to play nice. "When is short shit and Matt going to be here?" I muttered under my breath as I tuned my guitar. I had become quite the ass since my girlfriend of 4 years left me. I was going to propose to her, but she cheated on me and ever since then I had just bounced around from girl to girl trying to get her off my mind.