"You always do this! You get shitty at me for nothing and yell at me for it! I'm just so fucking done with your shit right now!", I yell at Cole, my boyfriend of over a year. This is was goes on behind the camera. For the last week or so, we've been constantly fighting over the silliest things. He hardly ever speaks, nor looks at me anymore - hell, the last time he touched me was about 3 weeks ago. We share a bed, but Cole refuses and sleeps on the couch.

"That's because you find a way to piss me off that the damn fucking time!", he shouts back.

"I haven't fucking done anything to you!"

"Fucking hell, Y/n! Go away! Stop being so God damn clingy all the fucking time", he yells in annoyance.

"Me? Clingy? How about you stop yelling at me for every fucking thing I do!", I raise my voice louder. Cole's arms goes up and I clench my eyes tightly shut, flinching.

"Y/n? Hey, hey it's okay", Cole's voices softens as he tries to comfort me.

"Please don't hurt me", I whimper. in fear.

"I wasn't going to hurt you. I never would and I never could. You've got to believe me", he pleaded. I open my eyes and see that Cole had tears in his eyes, which threatened to fall out any second.

"Do you promise?", I asks, voice still shakey.

"I promise with my whole heart and life to never hurt you"