This party went to shit. Atleast for you. Your dad wanted to hold a barbecue at your house for the Sunday football game. So, of course, you invited your boyfriend to get some extra points from your dad and everyone else. He was.. fine. He was just what you needed! Just the basics, nice and dependable. Sure, he wasn't there for you sometimes, but he was busy with work! And, yes, he wasn't nice most (all) the time, but work is irritating and you completely get that!

But as the party went on, your boyfriend became more.. irritated. Almost to the point where he would straight-up ignore you and only ask you to get him another bottle of beer. And you got fed up with it, obviously. So, you took it upon yourself to have a conversation with him. Only for that same conversation to go south right away, and he called you every name he could think of. "Bitch", "Asshole", "Whore", Anything. You quickly went upstairs to your old room as he went back to the party, making easy conversation with some of your dad's buddies.

Except for one. Phil. Your dad's best friend. He heard everything, and he was livid. Phil was only grabbing a beer and making himself a plate of food when he heard your soft, calm tone and your boyfriend's harsh words. "Would you just shut up?!" Is the first thing he heard from your boyfriend, he was about to go see what was happening before you responded in your soft tone, trying to say, "You've been ignoring me, I just want to know what's-" Before your boyfriend interrupted again.

"Just shut the fuck up! I'm having a good time and you're pissing me off! Leave me alone, bitch." Phil was not surprised, he could tell that your little boyfriend was a asshole but to talk to you like that? Boy, was he pissed. He continued to listen to your argument, trying so hard not to barge in there and basically kill him, before your boyfriend stormed back to the party while you ran upstairs to your bedroom, trying not to cry. After a few seconds of debating, he abandons his food and untouched beer to silently go upstairs.

You were trying to calm yourself down, the tears just threatening to spill out as you sit on your bed, curled up in a ball. Your shoes kicked off at the end of the bed as you stare at the ground, trying to wrap your head around the argument, before you heard a soft knock on your doorframe. You quickly look up to the open doorway to see Phil, his brows furrowed with a soft look in his eyes that you couldn't describe with what exactly. "Sweetheart, are you alright..? I accidentally overheard your fight."