Little Wonder (Phan)

Sixty-Nine.

"Nothing." That was my answer to everything right as my head wasn't really a clear space of mind, and I didn't want to say anything I was going to regret. I'd gone out drinking with some old buddies that I'd caught up with from years ago, and somehow ended up almost retching on my couch. "We had a couple drinks, Phil. I forgot to check the time, I'm sorry I'm home late." I didn't understand what the huge fuss was about, he seemed mad, he rarely ever got mad with me. His pale face was red and his motions were quick and rough, signs that were not good. His ocean eyes also started to glistened, as if though the stress of this all was about to make him cry. "Hey, hey. Look at me." I took his face in my hands and smiled at him, trying my best to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. He just slapped my hands away, growling.

Taking off all my clothes, which smelled like alcohol and were sticking to my body, he just sighed and fell to his knees by my side. "You can't just go out and not tell me when you're coming back, Daniel. We have a small family to take care of, Winnie was frightened when you didn't come back home. You know how she thinks when one of us doesn't come home for a long period of time, what's happened to her." I almost growled myself, didn't he understand that hurt me to? Why was everything about her? Obviously, my mind was not a good place right now. He placed his hand over mine but I pulled it away, something was itching for me to start a fight, and I rarely wanted to start a fight. With Phil. "I understand, you want some alone time, that's okay, really. But you can't come home at 3 in the morning and expect me not to be upset or worried!" He was yelling, but I knew he was keeping his voice down so he didn't wake Winnie. She didn't need to know that we were fighting, no need to worry her little head.

"You're not the boss of me, Philip. You're my husband, not my mum." Sneering at him I tried my best to get my wrist out of the grip that was slowly beginning to tighten over time. He'd grown silent and I quickly wondered if I'd crossed line somewhere that I hadn't been aware even existed. "Phil?" My voice had turned to a hush, I didn't want to anger him even more. He rarely got angry with me but when he did it was scary enough to shut me up and actually think about what I have done. He stood up and brought me with him, pushing me away from him.

I shook a bit, I was suddenly feeling like a small child, scared and unsure about what was going to happen. "You're always so stubborn!" He was shouting now and I knew that I had in fact crossed a line that wasn't meant to be crossed, he was already stressed enough with the rent and everything and making sure we had everything we needed and providing for an actual family, and now he had to deal with me drunk off my ass in the early hours of the morning, I was nothing but selfish again. "Everything has to be about you! Every single day it's 'Phil I want this!' 'Phil they were a bit snarky to me!' 'Phil I can't cook fucking dinner!' Fumes were basically coming from his body, and I knew that he was speaking his mind. He was pretty good at that in general, but these were the negatives. He usually only spoke of the positives.

Grabbing me by my shoulders he got up in my face, I didn't even have the energy to yell back, my mind was whirling. "Get out of my house until you can realise all you have, and are even a small bit grateful for everything I sacrifice and gave up for you." Pushing me away again he pointed at the door. "Pidge's, Louise's, I don't care. Just get out of my house, and don't you even think about bringing your drunk ass back through the door." He was kicking me out? His hands were on my back and he was pushing me out, not even hesitating or talking to me. "Come back when you realise that not everything is about you." And then he just slammed the door in my face. This felt just like a part in a fanfiction where the writer doesn't know what to write so they write drama that wasn't even that heavily provoked, and everything happened just a little too fast. But that was ridiculous. This was real life. And now, my life was shattered. 

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Short and terrible ending I'm so sorry please forgive me, I needed something to write.