Philophobia (prucan because I'm a sucker)

Haha Why Do I Do This To Myself

*Idk apparently I'm just a masochistic shit because for some reason I really like angst, so I'm gonna write it at 1 in the morning. Canada Pov. T/W ATTEMPTED RAPE*

"GET OFF OF HIM." I screamed as Caleb continued to punch Gilbert, even after he stopped moving.

I started trying to yank Caleb off Gilbert but he just shoved me to the ground as well.

He got up and stood over me like he had so many times before, with the same preditory look he always had.

"Caleb stop." I said. I could hear the fear seeping out of my Voice. I sounded small and shakey.

He started walking towards me and I scrambled back into the wall. I started trying to kick at him to keep him away but he just grabbed my legs and pushed them apart, sitting between them.

"Look at me slut. You're gonna be a good whore and do everything I say, and I might not kill you. Got it."

I shook my head violently, feeling tears cascading down my face. I was still trying to push him off, but he pinned my arms above my head and shoved me farther into the wall.

"Listen to me! I'm going to fuck you, and when I'm done with that, I'm going to kill your guy and I'm gonna make you watch it, then I'm taking you home with me and do whatever I want to-" thud.

Caleb collapsed onto me and I saw Alfred standing behind him with a huge stick in his hands, one that could knock a person out. He looked tired and most likely hungover, his hair was messy, and he was wearing a brown, plaid shirt that was wat too big for him and jeans.

I quickly scrambled to my feet and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, crying into the scratchy material of his shirt.

He dropped the stick with a thud and pulled me closer into the hug.

We stayed there for a long time, just hugging in the middle of Gilbert's welcome room with the door left open and two unconscious men at our feet while he tried to calm me down.

Once I had stopped crying, we dealt with Celab by dragging him into a nearby ditch where nobody would see him. Then we came back and brought Gilbert upstairs to his room and set him on his bed.

"Are you okay Matt?" he asked me while after we had left Gilbert's room.

"No, but you should go home."

Alfred looked at me with clear concern. "No way. I'm not leaving you here alone."

"I'm not alone, Al. Gilbert's here."

"Gilbert is unconscious! He can't protect you if that guy comes back!" Alfred shouted, making me flinch.

"Shit. I'm sorry Matt, I'm just worried." he said with a guilty look in his eyes.

"'s fine. Just need to talk to Gilbert about something is all."

"I won't listen. I'll just stay downstairs until you need me, kay?"

"Okay." I nodded as he pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.

"I love you Mattie."