What about Phil?

18

Ingrid's POV

I arrived back at my apartment after a few days of staying with Phil and his roommate Dan. I knew that Phil was protective of me but keeping me at his place for two days was a bit much, since I was only recently out of hospital where I basically was babied for weeks on end and then when I returned to real life I was once again babied by Phil for what felt like a year even though it was probably only about two days.

I stood in my apartment hallway, looking around like I had never been inside before, the smell coming from the apartment was amazing, like fresh bread had been baked in my freshly painted kitchen.

I stood in the freshly painted light grey kitchen and saw a wholemeal loaf intended for savoury purposes with crusty rounded edges ready to chop into slices or toasted when necessary with homemade butter with rosemary sitting in a woven picnic basket with gingham fabric sticking out of the basket with a note sitting beside the basket, I slowly picked up the note feeling the rough texture of the paper and moved my finger along the freshly wrote letters picking up some of the ink and leaving a smudge on the paper, the note read.

Hey,

Sorry for making you fall into a coma, I didn't mean for you to fall onto your head.

Your mum is fine, your brother Phil, reassured her that nothing terrible happened.

You know you're quite lucky that you didn't die on impact, I was planning on you breaking a limb, preferably one of those cut arms, and I hear that you did, how terrible? I often wonder if you still "hurt yourself". Do you?

If so, was it because of me, I have always doubted this, but you never know what you can do to a person, if you have the strength to control someone for a full year.

I hope to see you soon,

Luther.

P.S enjoy your bread :)

I threw the note to the ground and slowly backed away from the bread basket terrified of what could truly be inside the woven picnic basket. Once I'd made it into my sitting room far away from the picnic basket I picked up my phone that I left on the dark grey wooden coffee table as I usually do so I didn't stay on my phone all day, I began to scroll through my contacts when I came across a folder of contacts named do not open, to be deleted and opened the folder and scrolled through all the names until I stumbled across Luther, I opened the texts and started to remember the shit he did to me, memories from the comma came back to me and I dropped my phone onto the cold light grey wooden floor and collapsed as the memories played.

I'm back in the room with the strange pictures of me, LUTHER! The most handsome of all, his bright blue ocean eyes, his perfect shiny white teeth gleaming back at me when he smiled, his slightly tanned skin like he spent two weeks in the sun, and his style, his perfect style showing off his defined muscles with his tight shirts and tight dark blue jeans. I was in Luther's room, the soft double bed where countless assaults happened , I remembered how I felt every time that happened but I never left because I thought he truly loved me, in all the texts and calls he sounded so loving, but he fouled me every time into staying but every night if I wanted to go to a bar with a few of my mates or even hang out with my brother the same thing happened over and over again.

People would tell me to leave his bitch ass but I never did until three years ago where I finally left him, that day I finally felt free, like I could be independent, like I could go to the bar without being abused and now I could do literally anything, and so I became closer with my family, with my friends everyone that I grew apart from suddenly I could grew closer with them, I felt amazing like I was on top of the world.

~AmazingPhanda