Little Wonder (Phan)

Seventy-Five.

"Isn't this just a little bit too cheesy?" I was trying my best not to snicker and laugh at his lovey dovey attempts, a kiss on the lips would've been just as good. This was the first year in a long time that he'd tried to go all out for me on Valentine's Day, he even had Eve take Tabitha and Winnie out for the day. They were spending another Valentine's Day together and I knew that something was going on between them, but that was Winnie's personal life. She might be only 7 but she was obliged to secrets just like anyone else. "I mean don't get me wrong Phil, I love you, but this is all a bit much, hmm?" I picked up a couple of rose petals, ones that I knew that I would have to pick up later. I always had to pick up everyone else's mess. Sitting down on the bed beside him I lay my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh, now I knew he looked upset.

Smiling I just shook my head and leaned up to press my lips against his. "Happy Valentine's Day, Philip. I love you so much, but why do we have to make such a big show of it on one day? Why can't we show it every single day until we're gone? I don't see the point in having this day be a holiday." Wrapping my arms around his waist I squished him slightly I let out another sigh and looked up at him. "I don't mean to be a downer and blow off all your head work but I just really don't -- you understand me, right?" Looking up at him with a jutted out lip I hoped that he wouldn't think me rude and then get upset at me. But he was just laughing and patted my head, saying I was ridiculous if this is what I really thought the whole day was going to be like, he had more cheesy stuff planned out. I didn't feel like going out but I wasn't about to bump him out and tell him that I was to tired to walk around. But he surprised me. He told me that he was going out and that he'd be back in an hour I didn't even ask him why. No reason.

I didn't like being on my own any day of the year, but on Valentine's Day it felt even more like I was alone. My own husband didn't seem to want to be near me on such an apparently special day. But like promised he'd returned in an hour. "No need to get dressed up because we're not going to go to a fancy smancy restaurant, we're going to have food here! And I'm cooking." He beamed and wiggled around with excitement, to which I had to catch the food before it fell on the floor and was destroyed. Smirking at him I watched him sheepishly smile and I just shook my head and offered to help, but he refused. "No. I'm the husba -- I'm the eldest, so I'm going to treat you today, okay? I know I should do this everyday but you also know how forgetful I am, but never doubt that I love you, okay?" Leaning forward he pressed his lips against mine before vanishing into the kitchen, and heard loud noises but decided to let him do whatever.

I had one of his long jumpers on and a pair of boxers but that was it, Winnie wasn't home so it didn't really concern me. Curling up on the couch I let the duvet devour me and gave a little evil laugh, chuckling and chortling as I rolled around on the couch. "Devour, devour, devour." I whispered, feeling like a child who was acting like the duvet was a type of human devouring monster. What I had lacked to notice was Phil standing right in front of me with an amused smile on his face, making my face turn bright pink quickly. "How long have you been there?" But he didn't answer me, only telling me that it'll be ready soon and that he'd picked out a movie. Rolling my eyes I just let myself snuggled back into the duvet without answering him, but I knew that he knew that I was fine with that. I didn't have to go out today and that was already perfect enough for me. "Philip! It's been almost an hour, haven't you finished yet?"

It wasn't really my intention to whine and complain, but I was getting hungry and whatever he was cooking smelled really good. He gave me a bark of a string of words but I couldn't make them out as I slowly fell asleep with the warmth of the duvet. Soon I was being shook awake and someone was trying to get into my boxers. "Stop it, Phil. At least let me eat first and then we can have some fun, alright?" But he hadn't stopped and that's when I began to get a little bit concerned, Phil always stopped even if I was just joking for him to or not. Sleep just so happened to blur my eyesight but I knew that the figure in front of me was not Phil. He was a bit taller and bulked out a bit more. This was not my Philip, he was in my house, and soon he was going to be in my boxers. "Hey! Stop it, who the hell are you and how did you get in --"

My voice was muffled when a hand went over my mouth and I started to panic now, I thought that maybe with a confident tone he would know I was not to be messed with. But I practically screamed submissive bottom with the position I was in, with the way I was trembling and the whimpers I let out as he pulled down my boxers. The shirt was barely covering anything and I thanked the Lord up above that the duvet was wrapped around me. "If Philip isn't here I guess I'll just make a new little pet." He was rough and unstable, not caring whether I was crying or not and I knew that there would be bruising. I was begging for him to stop as he tried to grab at me, but I kept squirming and moving around so that he wouldn't be able to get anywhere near me. But he didn't even seem to hear me. "Stop fucking moving!" He slapped me, straight up slapped me across the face. Back-handed. I stop, froze, was unable to move or think. I'd never been hit like that, at least not in a long time, and it brought back some bad memories.

"Good pet." He hissed and dragged his hand up my leg and onto my ass. "You're much more fun than Philip, maybe I should come back more often when he's out." Had he been watching us? Was he a fan? Or was he some sort of creep that watched young couples and tried to break them up by screwing both and pinning them against each other? "You're such a good boy, so obedient, Philip must use you daily." He was stroking me and I couldn't believe what was going to happen, where in the heck was Phil? Crying and screaming with his hand over my mouth I had the sudden thought and wish. I'd really die than be here right now. Suddenly the man above me made a funny face and fell to the side, and there was Phil was my lamp in his hands, the lamp I thought I'd lost a few weeks ago when I'd bought it for my room. Wonderful.

Crying I looked up at Phil who was looking down at me with horror and fear, looking over at the man with panic on his face. "Yes. Thank you, see you soon." He'd been on the phone but he was soon at my side as he was told to stay on the phone, he cuddled into him and kissed the top of my head and whispered things into my ear. Comforting things. "Thank you, ma'am. I really appreciate this. Yes I know it's your job, but I've met some pretty horrible people, and I want you to know that I appreciate you, I know this sounds weird. But I feel like you don't get enough appreciation. So again, thank you." He smiled and kept chatting until the police came and arrested the man for sexual assault. When the police asked us some questions, asked if I wanted something for the shock and got a refusal, they left and we were left alone in silence.

"I'm so sorry, I left to get a few more things from the car, and then a little girl was asking me questions and I just couldn't find it in my heart to ignore her or walk away from her. I'm so, so sorry, Dan." He was hugging me tightly now, like he never wanted to let me go, and I never did want him to let me go. I patted his hand and nodded, kissing his neck and then his head. I knew that would've never wanted this for me. But I knew that we had something to talk about.

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HEY GUYS SORRY ABOUT THIS BUT HE HAD TO COME BACK.