"What are you doing here?" I hissed out quietly, shock washing over me in hot waves.

"Well that's not a very nice welcome, now is it?" Richard smirked at me, lovely the reaction he caused.

"Just leave, Richard," I sighed, closing the door slightly to block the view of Yoongi.

"No," he simply replied, smirk still firmly on his face.

"What?" I asked, anger close to the surface. "Leave. Now."

"Not until I can come in and talk to you," Richard said as he took a step closer.

"You can't," I hissed, looking at him with a glare. Why couldn't he just leave?

"Why?" he asked, a small glare appearing on his own face.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," I stated. "We are not together anymore. Just leave."

"Why can't I come in?" Richard bit out, hating the way I was defying him.

"I have company," I sighed, giving in slightly in hopes he would leave.

"Alex?" he asked as he tried to look around the door and see inside.

"No," I closed the door a little more.

"Than who?" he asked with mixture of a frown and glare. "You don't have any other friends."

"My boyfriend," I bit out, all his abuse flashing through my mind.

"What?" Richard asked after a second of silence. His face darkening. "Your what?"

"My. Boyfriend. Now leave," my frustration reaching a level only he can bring out.

"Bailey?" a voice whispered from inside.

"I'm fine," I bit out at Yoongi, only to freeze and bite my tongue. 

I heard movement from inside before Yoongi appeared behind me, wearing his face mask and his hoodie up. He grabbed hold of my waist protectively with one arm, pulling me to his side. He rubbed comforting circles on my waist in an attempt to console me.

"Can I help you?" Yoongi asked, frowning at the stranger.

"So you're dating a fucking Asian huh?" Richard chuckled darkly.

"Leave him alone," I glared holes into him.

"You're a fucking ugly faggot," Richard turned to me, hissing out as he towered over both of us. "He'll come to realise. You're nothing but a piece of fat shit. Worth nothing. He'll throw you out with the rest of his garbage once he realises."

Yoongi pulled out his phone. After tapping on a few buttons, he held it up to his ear. I looked at him confusingly while Richard glared at him.

"Yes, Police please," Yoongi said calmly. 

"You motherfucking piece of shit!" Richard screamed, spit flying in mostly my face. "I'll find out who you are! And I'll kill you!" 

"As you can tell I'd like to file a report of harassment and abuse," Yoongi continued after Richard took a few deep breaths.

"You're dead. Both of you are!" Richard laughed as he took a few steps back. "Remember, you are a fat, worthless, ugly, faggot boy who deserves nothing."

With that Richard turned away, pulling his hoodie up and walking off with a huff. Yoongi closed the door and hugged me to his chest. 

"He's taken off," Yoongi answered on the phone. 

I started to cry. I couldn't hold my weight any longer and collapsed on to my knees. Lucky for me I had Yoongi holding on to me so he swiftly helped me down so I didn't cause myself any harm.

"Can you hold on for a second, my boyfriend has just fallen to the ground," Yoongi answered, swapping the phone to his other ear as he crouched down beside me.

"No he's still conscious. It's shock I'd say. I'm fairly sure that guy was known to him and possible has said those things before," Yoongi muttered, paying attention to both the call taker and me at the same time.

 "The address? Let me double check," Yoongi said before putting it on speaker and scrolling through his texts to reconfirm the address.

"Alright, I have two officers heading over to that address as fast as they can right now as well as an ambulance to check over your partner," the lady said.

"Thank you," Yoongi replied, rubbing my back soothingly.

"Can you give me a description of the male and what direction he left the property from?" the call taker asked.

"He was in his early to mid twenties, black long pants, grey or black hoodie, red sport shoes. Uh black hair and um a nose piercing," Yoongi relayed, trying his best to remember. "He left the place with his hoodie up and turned left out of the propriety."

"Alright we have another patrol car searching for the suspect," she said. "The other officers should be there any second. I'll stay on the line until they get there."

"Alright, thank you," Yoongi absentmindedly said.

I sobbed harder, grasping at his hoodie and pulling him a little closer to me. I buried my head into his chest. All he could do was rub my back and hold me. Yoongi sent off a few texts while he held me.

After a minute of silence from the call taker, Yoongi and definitely not me, a knock was heard on the front door. I shuffled over a little so Yoongi could open the door fully.

"Hello," a tall police officer said as he entered and crouched down to be at the same level as me. "I'm Officer Jenkins, and these are my colleagues Office Wyatt, Officer Peterson and Officer Mel."

Officer Jenkins pointed them out and each gave a small wave. I took a few deep breaths trying to calm down. Yoongi crouched beside me again and rubbed my back.

"Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable?" Office Jenkins asked with a pitiful smile on his face.

I nodded my head, unable to talk just yet. Yoongi helped me up and we walked in to the lounge room, all of the officers following behind and making themselves comfortable either standing or sitting. 

"Let's start out with the basics," Officer Jenkins started, pulling out a notepad. "What are your names?"

"Bailey Stevenson," I replied, feeling a little calmer.

"And you?" he prompted after Yoongi remained silent.

"I can't say at the moment," Yoongi replied. "I actually have my manager and lawyer coming over."

"Your what?" Officer Jenkins replied, sharing a look with the other officers.

"I'm famous, so I have to have some things in place before I reveal anything about myself," Yoongi said with a smirk, not that they could see it.

"That's understandable," he said nodding his head with a kind smile. "We will refrain from anything to do with you until they arrive."

"Thank you for that," Yoongi nodded his head, sitting back slightly and resting his hand on my lower back.

"Alright so Bailey," Officer Jenkins started his questioning again. "Let's get some background information. Did you know this man that was at your house tonight?"

"Yes," I replied quietly, fidgeting with my fingers.

"What's his name and how did you now him?" he followed up.

"Richard Wilson. He was my ex boyfriend," I shuttered a little.

"Alright," he said while he jotted it down on the notepad. "And what was your relationship like with him?"

I couldn't bring myself to say the words. A few tears slipped down my face as I looked at the ground in shame. The silence said everything. But they needed to hear it for themselves.

"Was it a good or bad one? Abusive? Dysfunctional? Peaceful?" the Officer probed, needing to hear it without putting words in my mouth.

"It was the worst relationship I've ever been in," I said quietly, pausing for a second. "He was constantly calling me names like ugly, fat, faggot, bitch, slut. He forced me to perform sexual acts when I didn't want to."

"Okay," Officer Jenkins frowned after writing everything down. He shared a brief look with the others in the room. "Did he ever physically hurt you?" 

"For the first few months everything was fine. But then he hit me once. After that he would hurt me physically basically everyday," I said quietly, I didn't want to look at anyone. Especially Yoongi. "He would hit, spit, slap, strangle, burn me with his cigarette, even a few times he cut me."

"Jesus," one of the other Officers whispered.

Silence engulfed the room. No one knew what to say, what to do, to comfort the young man. Officer Jenkins was getting ready to say something when a message came over their radios.

"We have a Richard Wilson in custody," a male voice said in the silent room. "I repeat we have a Richard Wilson in custody. Is this the right suspect?"

"Copy," Office Jenkins replied into his radio. "That is the correct suspect. Please detain suspect in a single cell until we return. Reports are he can be violent."

"Can confirm suspect is acting violent towards us since being taken into custody," the male responded.

"Alright thank you," Office Jenkins said. 

I started to shake my head. I turned to Yoongi as he gripped my shoulder and massaged it gently. He was frowning at all of the information. Officer Jenkins smiled sadly as he looked between us.

"Would you like to press chargers against him?" he asked quietly. "You can apply for a restraining order."

"Yes, please," I murmured even quieter. "Anything to keep him away from me."

Office Jenkins nodded as he wrote down some more notes. He looked between the other officers and told them to head outside. 

"You'll both have to come down to the station to have a formal interview," he said, standing up himself. "You're boyfriend is more than welcome to stay around at the station after his individual interview, but he unfortunately can't be in the interview room with you."

"Oh, r-right now?" I asked, looking frantically at Yoongi than at the officer.

"Yeah," he said with a nod. "It is better to do the interview as soon as possible while the incident is still fresh. I do hope your lawyer and manager can meet us there," he said towards Yoongi.

"It will be no problem," Yoongi nodded, helping me to stand up.

"Alright, let's head off," Officer Jenkins lead the way out of the house.

Time seemed to freeze as Yoongi and I left the house, red and blue lights flashing from the two cop cars. All I remember is the warmth of Yoongi's hand, squeezing it and reassuring me as we got in the back of one of the cars together.