"Troy..." you turned around to face him. He walked up and slapped you.

"You slut! What are you doing with him!? I'm your boyfriend! Not him!" he yelled at you.

"Last I checked I broke up with you," you stated calmly. Not wanting to anger him more.

"This relationship isn't over until I say it is," he growled. You got pissed at that.

"You know what Troy? I can fucking end this relationship!! Relationships are two way streets!! I don't care what you say or think!! If I say I want out then it's over!!! Leave me alone!! I hate you!! Besides I'm tired of you abusing me and taking me from my friends because you know what? They actually care about me unlike you! So goodbye," you walked into the house slamming the door behind you. You went straight to your room where your radio was going off. It was Mike.

"(Y/n)? Do you copy? Over," he said. You smiled, grabbing the radio.

"I'm here Mike. Over," you spoke into the little box.

"So, why was Troy at your house? Over," he questioned you.

"He was mad that I broke up with him and went to you. He said that our relationship wouldn't be over until he said it was. That's about it. Over," you didn't hear a response.

"Mike?" you questioned.

"Sorry. I'm still here. Just got lost in thought. Over," he explained.

"Oh, okay. Over," you said.

"And that was it? He didn't anything, did he? Over," he questioned farther.

"Well um he kinda... called me a slut after slapping me... Over," you explained. You didn't know it but it made Mikes blood boil.

"That ass!" he yelled but was far from done. "How could he do that!? The thought of him hurting makes me so mad!" you just listened to him rage for like 3 minutes.

"Mike!" you finally got tired of listening to him rage. "Calm down! I'm fine! You don't need to freak out!"

"Sorry (Y/n)... I just don't want to think about someone else touching you. Let alone hurting you..." his voice was laced with sadness and a hint of tiredness.

"It's okay Mike. Look it's late and I'm tired so I'm gonna go to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight. Over and out," you ended the conversation. You let out a small burst of joy before going to bed.