Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

Before He Cheats

based on Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood

fem! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: cheating, mention of alc, pet names, Phillip being the villain LMFAO, violence against a car (???), glorious female rage (i support women's rights AND wrongs!!)

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Your feet failed you as you fell back onto the couch, exhausted from the day. Another night Phillip was out late, leaving you at home. He blamed work, as usual, but something inside you told you there was more to it. You reached over to your phone, clicked his contact, and waited for him to answer.

The dial tone dragged on.

Voicemail.

"Hey, just checking in to see when you'll be home," you sighed into the phone, "Yeah, just call me back when you get this, love you," hanging up the phone and tossing it down you leaned back into the couch. Another wasted attempt.

You leaned forward reaching for the remote, flicking on the tv before aimlessly scrolling through the channels trying to take your mind off the fact Phillip wasn't answering his phone. A couple of minutes had passed before your phone rang, immediately you shot up to see Graves was calling you back. You answered as quickly as possible,

"Hey Phil, I missed you-," you were cut short by sporadic background noises. The longer you listened the more you realized he didn't call you back intentionally. The noises sounded like a bar, a woman's voice broke through the chaos.

"So a Commander huh," she giggled, "Tell me about it." your stomach fell listening to the way she was talking to Phillip. You waited to hear his reaction, he laughed. It was so clearly him that the conversation could've been happening right in front of you in the living room you sat in. Before you could hear his response, you hung up, trying to save yourself from the torture.

You thought for a moment, taking a breath and thinking about what your next move was going to be. Standing up you made your way towards the front door, stopping at the table before you exited. Your fingers dug through the dish of car keys, grabbing yours, and the spare to Phillip's truck.

The drive to the bar was a blur. There was only one spot Phillip frequented and you decided to try your luck to see if he was there. It felt like a fever dream as you made your way to the dive bar, praying that he wasn't there, that this was all some misunderstanding. Maybe his phone was stolen? Maybe it's a prank? Maybe this itself is all a dream? Your mind conjured up a hundred different excuses to avoid the facts that you were being confronted with.

Quickly you parked and hopped out of the car. You peeked through the window of the bar, seeing some girl draped on Phillip's chest, placing kisses on his jaw. He was laughing and throwing back a beer, just the sight of it made you lightheaded. You laughed to yourself, wondering how any of this was real, before heading towards the parking lot and finding his car. Stuffing your hand in your pocket you pulled out his spare key. You smiled to yourself as you clicked the button and unlocked the truck.

The car lights flickered signaling it was unlocked as you swung the backseat door open. Looking around the back of the truck, you noticed he had conveniently left his golf clubs, what a shame, you thought before yanking them onto the blacktop of the parking lot. The metal clanged and the contents of the golf bag scattered across the area. You bent down grabbing the driver, slightly bouncing it in your hand feeling the weight.

Instinct took over as you slammed the car door, and began smacking the red paint with the golf club. Each time you heard the metal against the door you felt yourself becoming freer. The dents accumulated faster than you had realized as you took a minute to catch your breath. Taking the club in both hands, you slammed the end through the window, sending glass shards everywhere. You could feel the little pieces in your hair but it didn't matter, not right now anyways. Moving to the headlights next, you repeated the technique using the end of the club to smash the bulbs sending more glass shards everywhere. After determining the headlights were unusable, you tossed the club back onto the ground haphazardly, listening to it clink against the mess on the concretes.

The emotions inside of you were now the only things that were controlling you. Any sense of right and wrong was out the window. Phillip had wronged you and it wasn't going to go unnoticed or unpunished. You laughed to yourself as you walked to the other side of the car, opening the passenger side door now. You began to rifle through the glove box, finding Phillip's pocket knife, and flicking the blade out. You carved your name into the leather seat, smiling each time you sliced up his precious truck. Taking a step out of the truck you admired your handiwork as you twiddled the knife in your hand before noticing the tires.

Why not?

Taking the knife you slashed 3 out of the 4 tires. Leaving one untouched knowing it would make it more difficult for him in the long run. You sighed, tossing the knife on the ground as you backed away from the truck. Sweat was beading on your forehead as you used the back of your hand to wipe it away, admiring your handiwork.

You decided to go check in on Phillip and his new girl of the night, as you peeked through the same window again. This time the girl was twirling her hair around her manicured finger as she was obviously leaning too far forward. Her cleavage was fully on display and Graves took no shame in looking. You scoffed as you watched the girl sip on a fruity cocktail. Phillip offered his whiskey to her to try, she made a sour face after barely letting it touch her lip. The pair laughed as if they'd known each other for years.

Phillip Graves didn't know that right outside his precious truck had been destroyed quicker than he destroyed his relationship. The next time he cheats, it wasn't going to be on you, which you made sure of.

The adrenaline was still rushing through you as you entered the bar, you had no idea what your plan was, the anger rushing through you took full control. Phillip was too entangled with the girl to notice you had walked in, his back to you as you ordered a whiskey at the bar.

You waited till you got your drink before tapping his shoulder, his neck craned to face you as you spoke,

"Excuse me sir, you know if this whiskey is any good?" you batted your eyes at the cheating Commander, as he looked completely gobsmacked. He quickly pushed the girl off him, who was just as confused as Graves.

"W-what're you doin' here doll, I thought you-," he couldn't even piece the words together as he stumbled over his thoughts. You swirled the whiskey in the glass as you watched him struggle. He kept rambling on about something, you weren't listening. It didn't matter anymore, none of it did. Taking one final look in the glass, and then at Phillip you splashed the liquor up into his face. He sputtered out as he wiped his face off with his hand.

You smiled at him sweetly, "I won't be needing these anymore Phillip but thank you so much," you winked as you tossed the spare truck keys onto the bar top, you looked over at the girl who was standing next to Phillip, "Save yourself the trouble and stay away from this one, yeah?" You pointed to Graves who looked a mess trying to dry his hair from the whiskey.

"Thanks for wasting my time Phil," you patted his chest before turning and briskly leaving the bar. Once you hit the doors you ran to your car quickly leaving before Philip could follow you, and see the aftermath of what you had done to his truck. The combination of anger, betrayal, and dejection was slowly wearing off as you came back down from the adrenaline high. Fuck him is all you could think.

Phillip tried to follow you out of the bar, his eyes searched for his truck, finding it sooner than he would've liked. His jaw dropped looking at the dents, smashed windows, and headlights, slashed tires, and your name carved into the seats. He walked carefully up the driver's side, trying to avoid the scattered golf clubs, as he rubbed his temple. Was it worth it?

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