•MCD One-Shotsᵀᴾᴬ

Laurance x Aphmau x Table // Smooth or Jagged?

Disclaimer: If you do not like abuse or drinking, I advise you not to read this one shot. Thank you!

Laurance and Aphmau eat a silent dinner at the table, unable to speak as always.

These days, their old blooming relationship has gone downhill. Laurance is abusive towards Aphmau. Aphmau drinks more than she should, causing the couple to fight. The can't even talk anymore without someone's voice being raised or someone using a harsh tone, and it's been this way for two years.

Aphmau's fork scrapes the plate, creating a faint smearing sound from the porcelain touching the metal. Laurance's nose squeezes up to create a wrinkled effect as they continue eating their salads.

"Laurance," Aphmau says in between chews, looking down at the ground, shaking and sweating from the fear of being hit every second.

"Hphm. What?" He says in a snooty voice, not looking up to acknowledge his girlfriend. His face tenses up as words fly through her mind, thinking of how to project her message without him becoming out of hand.

"I-- Uh-- Think--" She stutters, choking on her words as if she was standing in front of a million people.

"Get on with it!" Laurance yells, pounding his fists against the table, clenching his fork and knife. Aphmau doesn't jump nor get angry; she knows what would happen if she let out a peep about how horrible his posture was, how short tempered he was, or how he has weak lower body strength...

"I think we should... take some time apart..." She finally gulps, waiting for the punches to blow. She eyeballs her wine and whiskey stash, wondering that maybe is he goes to extremes she could bare to crack the bottle atop his head.

"..." Laurance stays silent, his face becoming darker from the shadows. A smirk forms from the corner of his mouth facing toward Aphmau. He begins laughing maniacally, unable to contain it. Aphmau's expression changes from frightened to confused in an instant, wondering what the huge commotion is all about.

His hands slowly grip tighter around his dirty utensils, his hands in tightly clenched fists. He abruptly stops laughing, staring at his paring knife, examining the sharpened blade. Within a complete second, he throws the knife across the room, aiming for Aphmau's head.

Luckily, it skims her shoulder, leaving a small yet painful cut. She winces in pain, glaring at Laurance with concerned and angry eyes. Her rage she has been holding forever and concern for her boyfriend emerges.

Aphmau scoots back from the table, placing her now empty dishes on the counter in a quick motion, not caring even if they fell and broke into a million pieces.

She tips the table over in a rapid motion, flinging Laurance's mashed potatoes and lettuce leafs from the salad onto his work attire.

"THAT IS FOR HOW HORRIBLY YOU TREAT ME!" She yells at the top of her lungs not afraid anymore to let her emotions run wild. She sets the table back on its legs, careful not to damage its smooth mahogany wood.

Laurance grabs for the knife to his side to add more intimidation to his side. Aphmau gasps, moving her head back and forth in a "no" motion. He tilts his head to the side like a dog, using all of his force to wedge the knife into the table.

Aphmau gasps, remembering that it was the first real investment they ever bought. She remembers the moment vaguely, how they saw it for sale on an online website. Only $100 compared to it's original $800.

He pulls the knife with ease out of the table, revealing a gaping hole in the not-so-smooth wood. Aphmau tears up, thinking about how compassionate and caring Laurance used to be.

Well. That was before his father died and he lost his job, acquiring a new job at a company called The SK Company, run by his rude and obnoxious boss, Gene.

Aphmau decides that this is the end. The end to her eternal sadness, depression and relationship.

She grabs her purse and a small flask and walks straight out the door, not looking back as tears make her vision blur.

She immediately calls her good friend Katelyn, explaining the situation and her many secrets she has hidden over the past few years. Between sentences, she takes gulps of whiskey. Katelyn asks where she is located and eventually picks her up as they drive back together to eat dinner on the same type of table located in a small cafe.

Aphmau rubs the table, feeling the smooth surface, wishing her table back at Laurance's home wasn't as broken and demeaning as her relationship.

I don't like sadness so this probs isn't my best work but I tried! Leave a star if you didn't think it was half bad and leave a comment saying you absolutely hated it if that makes you happy :)

Much Love <3

~Riley