Tom was your boyfriend, you lived together in a mansion in Los Angeles, he was abusive towards you, he hit you and left several marks on you, sometimes he felt sorry for you, but he didn't care about you, and you stay with him because you like him

he had fought with you, he regretted hitting you a little, sometimes he doesn't want to be the stupid guy he is, but it's his way, he never wanted to hurt you, but whenever he gets angry, he takes it out on you, and hurts you, he went to the room and opened the door, seeing you sitting on the bed, with your cell phone, he takes a deep breath and looks at you "you... you're not going to eat?" he said quietly, standing at the door waiting for an answer