I slip into my house as quietly as I can. I scouted the bar yesterday because Thomas wanted to go to the party that was there. The party he wasn't invited to. But he was going to go anywhere.

"Dear, there you are. Go get ready." He yells.

"But I don't want to go." I protest.

"I don't care. We are going." He says again.

I slink away to go obey his wishes.

I am getting dragged. Not physically, but I am mentally. I am forced into a dress. Thomas is in a suit. He looks good, but he is not my type anymore. His blond hair is combed in a way that looks forced. He steps up to the door while I hide behind him.

Thomas siddles up the bouncer and smiles. The exchange uses some colorful language. I try and sneak away, but get called back by Thomas.

Thomas turns on his heels towards me. "How do you know him. I told you not to talk to anyone." I says with a growl.

I shy away slightly. "I asked him for a drink recommendation." I say, more of a mumble than anything.

"I told not to talk to anyone. Let alone give them you name."

"Sorry, Thomas. I won't do it again." I say as I think. (Controlling much?)