Y/N collapsed onto his bed and pulled out his phone. He already had 7 notifications from his girlfriend.
Y/N!
Your card isn't working!
Answer me!
ANSWER!!!
There's no money left
*missed call*
Why are you ignoring me?!
When he read the most recent text, he felt bad and replied quickly.
I'm sorry
I'm not ignoring you
I didn't know there was no money left
I'm sorry
He silently begged her to answer but didn't want her to at the same time. The thought of her being angry was not something he wanted to think about.
She shouted, a lot. Sometimes she hit him but not every time. They fought a lot. At least 5 times a week, if not more. Y/N didn't like fighting, he would do everything in his power to stop her from getting angry. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked this time and she responded to his messages after a few minutes.
Whatever
I'm breaking up with you
Y/N was confused and a bit upset. Although, he thought he would be sadder than he was. Had he done something wrong? Why was she so angry the past few days? Was it his fault? It was probably his fault.
All these thoughts clouded his mind and swirled around, starting a downward spiral. Before he realised what was happening, hot tears began streaming down his cheeks.
Y/N rested his head against the wall and let the tears fall. After a moment the sadness turned to anger and he banged his clenched fist against the wall, forgetting his father was streaming across the hall.
In the other room, Phil's viewers and Phil were getting concerned about the noise. Once his chat started asking more questions and the banging got worse, Phil decided to investigate the commotion.
He walked into his son's room and found Y/N smashing his head against the wall. Phil rushed over and grabbed him before he could do any more damage. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks and his eyes were red from crying.
"What's wrong, kid?" Phil asked, concerned for his son.
Y/N didn't reply and just pointed a shaky arm at his phone which was on his bed, still turned on.
Phil could just about read the messages from where he was standing and frowned slightly before turning back to Y/N.
"Come on," Phil squeezed the teen's shoulder gently and turned to leave the room.
Y/N begrudgingly followed Phil into his room where he was still streaming. Y/N grabbed his notebook and pen then flopped into the chair that was just off-camera.
Phil sat back down in his chair in front of the camera and continued streaming. Almost instantly, the viewers started asking questions.
Whta was the noise?
Where's Y/N?
What happened?
Phil glanced at his son for confirmation whether to tell the stream. Y/N nodded hesitantly before going back to drawing.
"Y/N's girlfriend broke up with him and he wasn't exactly happy about it," Phil sighed when he saw Y/N clench his jaw slightly.
Philza's chat was overjoyed at the news and started celebrating but also feeling sorry for the boy.
A moment later, the teen got another message. He looked at his phone to see a text from his, now ex, girlfriend.
I never knew you were a faggot
You're even worse than I thought
*insert a photo of you kissing some guy*
Y/N gripped his pen as he put the phone face down on the desk. He pushed the black pen against his beloved notebook aggressively. Before he could react, dark ink covered the page, leaking through the book and coating every page with black marks.
When he heard his phone go off again, Y/N threw his notebook across the room in a fit of anger.
Phil glanced at his son to see Y/N shaking with tears streaming down his face. The older male quickly ended his stream without an explanation and turned to face Y/N.
