Hardcore Life (Ph1LzA fanfic)

Protective

Amelia

"Amelia?"

His voice sent shivers down my spine, but I refused to look up. My silence must have bothered him by the way he ushered Maria inside. I felt uncomfortable as his shoes came into my sight, making me realize he was standing closer than I really wanted him to be.

"Not even going to give me the curtesy to look me in the eyes?" Hunter asked.

"Why the fuck should I look my abuser in the eyes?" I growled. "Would you be seeking for some kind of remnant of the damage you caused?"

"I'm not like that anymore, Amelia."

"Bullshit." I looked up at him, willing myself to glare at him as my anger boiled. "You don't just change from an abusive man to God's angel in a year. It's one hell of a miracle for that shit to happen after everything you put me through."

"Everything I put you through?" Hunter raised an eyebrow, glancing to Phil momentarily before refocusing on me. "Do I need to remind you that you were the one who gave me my facial scars?"

"Do I need to remind you that you put me in the hospital because you were so hell bent on keeping my gender a secret?" I replied. "Do I need to remind you that you had everyone fooled into believing we had the most perfect relationship while you were beating me behind closed doors?"

"I never touched you." He glanced at Phil once more.

"You can stop looking at him. He knows every damn thing you've done to me. I'm surprised he's even standing so composed, considering he probably wants to brutally murder you." I took a step toward Phil, blocking him from Hunter's view so he'd focus on me again.

"Who is he?" Hunter questioned. "One of your little insignificant friends that you stream on Twitch with?"

"How do you know I stream on Twitch?" I growled.

"My brother told me. He found your channel, and he told me all about how you looked like you were having the time of your life. Makes me wonder if you ever even loved what I provided for you."

"Provided for me?" I laughed. "A small apartment, no air conditioning, and the inability to breathe because of binders is something I'm supposed to love?"

I felt panic surge through me as Hunter continued to stare at me. I was snapped out of his intense gaze as Phil's hand slid across my lower back and onto my hip, pulling me back into his grasp.

"As much as I find it hilarious for you to continue failing at intimidating her, I do think it's time for this to stop." Phil stated. "My name is Phil, and I'm her boyfriend."

"Oh, so you're the brit man?" Hunter's attention fixated on him within a split second.

My throat went dry, and I made Phil step back. He looked down at me, but I ignored his worried gaze as I stared at Hunter.

"You sent that note, didn't you?" I whispered.

"I'm sorry, Darling. You'll have to speak up if you want me to hear you. I believe I taught you that before you up and disappeared on me." Hunter folded his arms across his chest.

"The reason I live here now and not America is because I got a death threat sent to my door." I stated. "On the letter, Phil was referred to as 'Brit'. You sent that, didn't you?"

"Even if I did, what would you possibly do about it?"

Phil got around me in less than a second, and I was calling out his name as he threw a punch at Hunter. He had him on the ground before I could blink, and I started crying as they fought back and forth. I was startled as Wilbur burst through the doors to the warehouse, and he struggle to pull Phil off of Hunter. That didn't mean he wasn't able to.

"Go inside!" Wilbur shoved Phil toward the doors. "I'll deal with him! Go on!"

Maria cried out as she walked outside, rushing to Hunter's side. Wilbur took one look at me, simply pointing to the door as a silent command for me to go inside. I hesitated before I did as I was told, and I found Phil sitting in a chair as Alicia looked over him.

"I swear I'm alright." He muttered.

"Your lip is busted, Phil." Alicia growled. "Stop."

His gaze drifted to me, and I could see the adrenaline rush out of his eyes as they filled with concern and sorrow at the sight of my tears.

"As far as I can tell, you'll most likely have some bruises. Only noticeable damage is your busted lip and knuckles." Alicia mumbled. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"I'll be fine without it." He replied.

She nodded once, going back to whatever she was doing on the laptop. Phil held his hand out to me, and I wiped my tears away as I walked up to him. I took his hand, letting him pull me into his lap. I laid my head against his chest, listening to his erratic heart beat as he calmed himself down while he ran his hand up and down my arm.

"You look like her guardian angel, Phil." Wilbur commented as he walked into the warehouse, slamming the door shut and hiding his bloodied knuckles from Alicia's view.

"Mm." Phil hummed quietly.