Emo Band Imagines

Fucked Up ~ P.W.

In the past weeks, Pete, your husband,always came home late. And also drunk.

It wouldn't be just a little tipsy, no. He was completely drunk.

You would always confront him when he came home and start arguing with his-drunk self. Even though you knew he wouldn't remember it in the morning and act as if nothing happened the night before.

Of course Pete coming home completely stoned had a reason. He usually wasn't like that.

A reason you didn't know.

You thought it was because of the new album and all the stress in that. But sometimes the dark side of your thoughts took over and made you think of worse reasons. One of them being that Pete wouldn't love you anymore like he did months ago.

Most of the times when you confront him, Pete would give you different reasons why he drank so much. Each day a different reason.

He once told you because he wanted to have a night off with the rest of the band. Another time, he told you that he wanted to get banged by someone. That was one of the nights, where you thought of leaving.

But how could you when you had half of his DNA growing inside of you.

You were pregnant with his baby and had already 2 months.

"Honey, I'm home!" Petes' voice echoed through the house.

You looked over to your nightstand, where your clock was. 2:47.

You stood out of bed and slowly walked down the stairs, rubbing your stomach lightly.

As you followed the light to the kitchen,you saw Pete holding a glass of honey. You rolled your eyes at that action and crossed your arms over your chest before clearing your throat pretty loudly.

Pete turned his head towards you. He started to eye you up and down. From your toes to your hair.

A smile crept up to his face.

But it wasn't that kind of smile you fell in love with. This smile seemed more...devilish.

"Y/n..." Pete mumbled. "You brought me into this mess. You made me a fucking wreck." He started to walk over to you, painfully slow.

You took a step back each time he took a step towards you.

"W-what did I do? You bring yourself into this mess yourself." You tried to be confident but you failed because of  the stutter in your voice.

"I-I'm leaving!" You suddenly cried out. "I'm sick of you coming back home completely drunk every single day and then you blame it on me?! Pete, where is your mind? You're so drunk, I can't even tell you about our unborn child!"

Petes' face suddenly fell and turned into a symphatic look. "Y-you're pregnant?" He asked you softly.

You nodded before bursting into tears.

"Come to F/n place when you sober up so we can talk about this." You told him before walking out of the door and driving of to your best friend.