WHAT THE FUCK THANKS ILY AND SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL THE PEOPLE COMMENTING AND STUFF ITS A SMALL THING TO DO BUT IT MAKES MY ENTIRE DAY 💙
also warning is: abuse , if you are easily triggered with stuff like that I'll have a summary at the bottom, your safety is important 💗
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phils pov (oOooOooOoO)
"family problems" yeah right. more like my
drunk deadbeat husband beat me half to death. im currently hiding in my bathroom in the corner while listening to him stomp around and yelling random stuff. he wasn't always like this, just recently actually he became like this.
*flashback*
"philly im hooommeee" he said slurred. "joey?" (not graceffa) it was the middle of the night so I hadn't fully processed what was happening yet. "hey phillyyyyy" he said while stumbling towards me, obviously drunk as hell. "why are you home so late?" i said while closing the door behind him. "none of your damn business." he spat at me. he grabbed my arm forcefully and dragged me to the bed and threw me down at it. he took another sip of the vodka he had in his hand and then threw it at the wall and watching it shatter slightly chipping the paint off the walls.
he climbed on the bed straddling my legs and pinning my arms against my head. "wanna have some fun phillyy?" he said while getting closer to my face. "no, get off me!" i said while squirming my way out from under him but failing. "why nottt?" he said while tightening his grip on my arms. "you're stuck with me anywayss" he said while dragging his fingers through my hair.
he wasn't wrong. i was stuck with him, before my mom passed the one thing she wanted to see was my wedding. she had been there for my brothers and she wanted to see mine. so it was an arranged marriage type thing when i was so young and i was so utterly upset about it but I didn't really have a say because all i focused on doing is making my mom happy. she had introduced me to him and we got along.. barely. he always had the rough personality but he seemed nice enough.
so we had gotten married and we were happy for a while until one day he came home drunk out of his mind and started throwing things and slurring random words. he had punched and kicked me that day but when he woke up he helped me and promised not to do it ever again, he lied. he continued to do it a couple more times after that but I had no way out, our family didn't believe in divorce no matter what the situation was.
plus i didn't want to disappoint my mother from wherever she was because she had looked so happy and beautiful at my wedding even if she had all those machines attached to her and people around her to watch her, she still looked like the amazing person that kissed my bruises from when i fell and made me soup when i was sick.
after a while he stopped taking care of me in the mornings after he came home drunk and took all his anger out on me and he just kept getting more and more drunk.
*flashback thing over*
i heard the front door open and slam so i slowly and quietly opened the door and scanned the area. he had left, i went to the kitchen and got out some pie while slowly walking over to the tv, today he had really beat me but i couldn't go to the hospital because they would ask why and most likely call him to pick me up. so i just watched while slowly calling asleep while watching some random cartoon.
i fell asleep thinking about the brown eyed-boy called dan was dreaming about, hopefully something good.
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summary thingy// basically phil was forced into an abusive marriage )):
sorry this took a while to update im on vacation with my family + some family friends 💓
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