“Freya, are you okay? I am so sorry,” he said as he stared into my eyes. I glanced down at his purple and blue bruised neck, and instantly turned away to close my eyes. The guilt at what I'd done was just so overwhelming, I couldn't face it, or him. “Freya, please forgive me,” he begged me while trying to pull my chin up to face him.

A rage overtook me, and before I knew it I had pushed him away and he was sprawled out on the floor, trying to back away from me like I was a wild animal. I calmed myself back down and scrambled towards the...