"Sit up. Now." The Ginger commanded, raising his fist. I trembled, gathering myself up and propping myself against the wall. I heard him grumble in anger, making me wondering why my life involved so much pain. "Now, Listen here. You are not special, you are simply trash. I used to love you, but that's changed. That changed a lot. Im only dating you because, well, I need a punching bag." Tears streamed my face, But my friends couldn't help. Max was hurting me, and nobody could help. Not even Jess, Barney, Red, Jin, Or Tim. But maybe Adam could. He was the very light in darkness.