Love Eyes ( PIP X DAMIEN ) || DIP

Better decision?

Estella
*two months later*

When I was alive, I never once expected to every get pregnant, nor marry Damien. In my world I was the most loved and powerful woman in the world.
But unfortunately I can't be that no more, because I'm carrying a child of a father who doesn't do shit but stay in bed all day, watching television with chips on his lap.

It would be pretty understandable if I said I have the WORST husband ever.

Who does that prick think he is?! Bossing me around when I have his child? Caring more about some guy over his wife!
I wish I could get an abortion but I can't, I need to have the god damn baby.

I found out I was pregnant in March, it is now May. We've been here for over 2 months and Damien is still caring about him.
Can't he take a hint? Pip does not like Damien!

Well... actually.. I think he does. When every they are around each other and I'm near them I could feel the warm energy coming from both of them.
And I know they are hiding a secret from me, and I will find out what it is.

They are always together and there are times when Pocket comes over and just cries to me of how much he loves Pip and doesn't want to loose him.
But if I'm being completely fair, I feel like Pocket is slowly accepting it.
He still loves Pip a whole lot, he still cries every night because he loves him and needs him, but he has accepted that Pip likes Damien.

Because he does nothing to interfere in their relationship.

He knows Pip is confused, but he's not, he knows exactly who he wants, but he's acting like a dumb blonde. I hate pip. I hate everyone.

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                                 Pocket

He thinks I'm such a "gentleman", he thinks I love him till the world explodes and I'll never hurt him.
          He's correct, I love him till the very end, but if I have to hurt him. To get him back. I will.

     Philip is always and always with Damien, it seems that he has forgotten about me. About our marriage, about the moments we had previously shared.
       Old me wouldn't care, old me would let Philip be, I would let him go if it meant he would be happy,
                               but now,
       what he is doing to me had brought so much anger in me, It had caused me to be willing to do anything for me to keep him.

      I'll do anything. Anything in this fucking world just to be with him.
     He's hurting me, I shouldn't be hurting him, but the way he's hurting me and how he's doing it, I don't care how I hurt him.
                  I just want him.

We used to be so happy, we used to be kind and loving and caring but then he came, he stole all of that from me.
     Philip was the only thing I had. And he took it from me.
        I will take it back, if it's the last thing I do.

The moment don't even matter to him, I want to punch the wall of how much I am hurting right now.
     I walk out of our room and I see a picture hanging of me and Philip on our wedding day.

    I remember thinking I would never, never, do anything to hurt a beautiful man like him, I used to think he thought the same about me. But he doesn't.

    I storm into our kitchen and take a whole pint of wine, and drink it from the tab until it is all gone.
    I have t to get my mind off everything. Off him.