Fionna's POV

I'm a thirty-one year old. I live in New York City with my family. I married my high school sweetheart, F.P and we had our son, Finn shortly after. He takes after me the most, with my blonde hair and blue eyes. And we live a house out in the suburbs.

"Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-" I slammed my fist down on my alarm. I opened my eyes. 6:31 the clock read in red numbers. I groaned and got up. F.P lay in bed, he was probably hungover. Most nights, he and his construction buddies go out for drinks, and he doesn't come home until 1 or 2 in the morning. I looked at the lump in the covers that I called a husband. Most of the time, I have to keep reminding myself that I love him. There's nothing wrong with that...right?

I showered, combed my long knotty blonde hair, then I put it up into a bun. I put on a white blouse and a black skirt. 7:00. I went downstairs and started mixing pancake batter. Made a fresh pot of coffee. Set out a mug next to the coffee machine. I cracked some eggs into a pan. Poured the pancake batter onto a skillet and then waited to flip them. F.P trudged downstairs, his eyes were still closed. He poured himself a cup and then trudged back upstairs. I sighed and then put the golden brown pancakes and fluffy eggs onto a plate. I went upstairs and into Finn's room. He lay in bed, up to his neck in blankets, his blonde hair almost covering his eyes.

"Wakey wakey." I said, shaking Finn's shoulder. He groaned.

"I made pancakes." I said. He shot up out of bed and ran downstairs. By the time I got down, he was sitting at the table, shoving a pancake into his mouth. He was wearing a long blue sleeve shirt and a pair of baby blue boxers. Blue was both our favorite color.

"Hey Finn, there's this new thing called chewing." I said.

Finn started laughing, then gasping for air.

"Dammit." I said. I got up and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I pressed onto his chest as I gave him the Heimlich. He spit out his food onto his plate.

"You...cursed...mom." Finn said.

"And you choked on your breakfast. Go get dressed." I said. He got up and ran upstairs. I took his plate of pre-chewed pancake mush and threw it into the trash. I grabbed Finn's green pack and swung it over my shoulder. I looked at the clock. 7:43.

"Hurry up Finn!" I yelled.

Finn ran downstairs, wearing his favorite white bear cap and blue T-shirt and shorts. "Ready." He said. We got in my silver Honda and I drove him to school.

"Have a great day! Don't do drugs!" I yelled as he got out of the car, giggling. Now time for the worst part of my day. Going to work. I work as the assistant manager for a start up video game company. I was the oldest person there, and most of the people there were assholes. Especially my boss, Johnson.

I walked into the building and saw interns riding skateboards carrying cups of coffee.

"Fionna!" Johnson shouted.

"Hey Johnson." I said, dodging a few skaters.

"Fionna, listen, I need this paper work filled out. Can you do it?" He said, holding a thick stack of papers in his hand.

"Yeah sure." I said, taking the stack.

"Great, I need finished and on my desk by tomorrow. Thanks." He walked away.

"That fat fuck." I mumbled walking into my office. My office had a glass divider and door, so I could see out into the offices and people could see in here. I sat down at my desk and started working on the paper work. My phone rang and I picked it up.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey Mrs. I, I'm going to be late today."

"Who's this?" I asked.

"It's Margo. Yeah I got really drunk last night, I may have done some LSD, and I woke up across town in bed with seven other guys" This is the dumb shit I deal with everyday.

"Little tip, don't tell your boss that stuff. You can have the morning off and if I were you, I'd get tested for STD's." I said.

"Okay, thanks Mrs. I. I'll be in after lunch." Margo said, then she hanged up the phone. I put my head down and massaged my forehead. I looked up at the clock. 8:41. I had only been here for eleven minutes. I sighed and continued with my day, or at least tried to. After my fifteen minute lunch break, two interns on skateboards crashed into the glass wall around my office. So now there's coffee stains on the glass. I left at 3:00, to go pick up Finn from school. "Hey sweetie." I said as he got in my car. I noticed his hat was gone.

"Where's your hat?" I asked.

"I lost it." He said staring at the floor.

"You lost it?" I repeated.

"Can we please just go home?" Finn asked angrily.

"Sure." I drove us out of the pick zone.

"Now are you going to tell me what happened, or do I have to pry it out of you?" I said

"IT'S NOTHING, OKAY?" Finn yelled, his eyes were watery. I tapped the steering wheel impatiently.

"Finn. If somethings wrong, you can tell me." I said.

"You wanna know what happened? Fine! I tried out for the school play and got in! And the these kids made fun of me for it and took my hat and put it in the mud!" Finn yelled. He unzipped his backpack and showed me the brown soggy hat.

"Oh baby." I said. I gave a weird hug, since we were still in the car. "I'll go up to your school tomorrow and-."

"NO!" Finn yelled. "I mean...please don't." he said softly.

I looked at him for a few seconds. "Fine." I sighed. "But if those kids mess with you again, I'm going up there." I said sternly. We sat in silence for the rest of the drive. When we got home, I remembered what Finn had said. "Wait, Finn. You auditioned for a play?" I asked. He nodded. His hair stuck to his face, I brushed it to the side.

"Are you the lead?" I asked. He nodded again.

"When's the play, I asked excitedly.

"Friday. At 8." He said quietly.

"Ooh, can I come?" I asked.

"Can you and dad come?" He asked. I wanted to tell him that we'll both be there, but with F.P, I'm never sure.

"I'll ask him if he can make time. Which I'm sure he will." I said. Finn wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled.

"Okay." He ran upstairs to his room.

I sighed and sat down. He'll be really hurt if F.P doesn't show. Which I doubt he will. I stared up at the ceiling. I blinked and when I opened my eyes, it was almost six.

"Shit." I said under my breath. I grabbed my purse and went outside to my car. I need to go to the store. I got in my car and saw Finn peek out the window. He waved me goodbye as I back out of the driveway. I waved back at him. Once I got to the store, I ran in and grabbed everything I would need for dinner. I was making my famous spaghetti and meatballs. At one point, I was just knocking things off the shelves and into my basket. I unloaded my stuff onto the convener belt. The cashier gave me a blank stare as they slowly scanned each item. I took out my phone, 6:30. I need to get home. I snatched the box of cereal out of the man's hand and scanned it. I did that will all my items, then I threw money at him and ran.

Once I got home, I started dinner and had it on the table by 7:30. I didn't get one compliment about my food either. F.P and Finn just sat at the table and ate the food. I looked at both of them, F.P looked up from his plate and met my gaze, "What?" he said. I threw my hands in the air and angrily ate my food in the kitchen, mumbling things as I did.

"Gah makghm." I grumbled with a mouth full of spaghetti.

"Hey babe, I'm gonna meet up with the guys. See you later." F.P said, grabbing his jacket.

"Wait!" I called out. I walked over to him. "Finn got the lead role in a play and really wants us to go to it. It's this Friday at 8. Will you be there?" I asked.

"Yeah sure babe." F.P said. Then he left. When he did get home, it was past 1 in the morning. I turned to the opposite side as he stumbled over to the bed.

"Hey babe." He whispered in my ear. His arm was wrapped around me and I could smell the beer on his breath. I ignored him and tried to sleep. F.P began kissing my neck. "Not in the mood." I mumbled. I heard snoring sounds. I turned over and saw he had fell asleep while he was kissing me. I pushed my knocked out husband off me and turned over again. Tears silently escaped from my closed eyes as I lay in bed, letting out quiet sobs until I cried myself to sleep.

"Beep Beep Bee-" Now time to do it all over again.

XXX

It was Friday night and Finn was back stage with all the other kids. He hadn't said anything about those kids bullying him, either it stopped or he just hasn't been talking about it. I have a feeling it's the second one. I took a seat in the front, F.P still hadn't showed up. Finn would peek his head out behind the stage curtains every few minutes, and I'd wave and smile to reassure him. At 8 the play started. I had no idea what was going on, but Finn seemed to be happy. He noticed his dad wasn't there, his smile faltered, but he didn't let it stop him and his resilient smile reappeared on his face. Towards the end of the play, the theaters doors burst open. Everyone in the audience turned their heads to see what was happening and a tall man with red hair stumbled down the aisle.

"GO FINN! ATTABOY! THAT'S MY KID!" F.P yelled, pointing at himself. I looked back at Finn on the stage. His smile was gone. Now it was just a frown and tears. A man from the audience and a few teachers tried to escort F.P out of the room, but he wasn't leaving without a fight.

"WHAT THE FUCK? THAT'S MY KID! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" He yelled, then swung at a teacher's head, he missed and fell onto the floor. He got up slowly and the group of adults threw him out of the school. Finn ran backstage and I followed.

"It's okay." I cradled him.

"He ruined my play!" Finn yelled.

"I know sweetie. I know."

I apologized to all the staff and the audience and Finn and I left.

"Well at least we know what kinda parent that kid has." Some lady mumbled in the parking lot.

"What did that bit-"

"Mom?" I looked down at Finn. "Can we please just go home." I patted him on the shoulder.

"Sure sweetie."

Finn went straight to bed when we got home, I sat on the couch. He would be home eventually, and we were gonna talk. At around 1 in the morning, the front door creaked open. F.P tip toed inside and saw me sitting on the couch.

"You ruined your son's play." I said.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I got kinda wasted, then I remembered the whole play thing, and..." He wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Kinda? You walk into yelling that's 'my fucking kid' at the top of your lungs. And don't tell me you're sorry. it's Finn who needs to hear it. Your drinking problem has gotten out of hand. I don't want you in the house if your going to keep putting your, no our family through this." I said.

"I said I was sorry didn't I? Your going to fucking kick me out over a little drunken mishap?" F.P said.

"Drunken mishap? You arrogant motherfucker. For years, I've said nothing. You only come home to eat, sleep, and fuck me, you useless bastard."

He glared at me then punched me in the face. I stumbled backwards and touched my face. Blood was on my finger. He busted my lip.

"Babe, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." F.P said.

"I'm done." I said walking away.

"What?" F.P said.

"I can't do this anymore. I want you out. NOW!" I yelled. He put his hands in his pocket and left. I slammed the door, and went up to my bed and sat down. I put my face in my hands and cried. I couldn't do it anymore. This wasn't the first time he's hit me. I couldn't put myself or Finn through anymore of his shit. I pulled out my phone and called my best friend, Cake. I told her everything that happened in between my cries and sobs.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Fi. The only mistake you made was marrying that piece of shit. I'll be over tomorrow. I know the perfect thing to get him off your mind." Cake said.

She hung up and I lay onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, then I welcomed sleep.