One shot

"You fucking Dirty Slut. You think you can just give up 8 years of our fucking relationship we were getting married. I'm A fucking man. I have needs bitch," Phillip spoke as he stroke Lillian in the face.

Lillian could smell the whiskey on his breath. "Of course, I was going to fuck another bitch. We never had sex for 8 fucking years, and you see me getting a fucking hand job and you flip out," Phillip spoke words full of anger as he pulled Lillians long wavy locks, and pushed her on to the floor kicking her stomach over and over.

Lillian stared to cough up blood and Punk picked her up and slammed her to the wall. "You fucking dirty slut. You've known this guy a fucking week and you sleep with him. Then, he stays a month and leaves you for his job. Fucking dirty hoe." Phillip spoke again words coming strong and stinging. Lillian knew he was right. She was pathetic- but she loved stephen- and she could not help not feeling the same way for Phillip any more or at least she thought she didn't.

"What happened to all the loved we shared. What happened to all your love? When did you stop loving me?" Phillip demanded to know slapping lillian again in the face.

Lillian screamed in pain and Phillip just slapped her again. "Tell me you bitch. Tell me."

Lillian started to cry and spoke softly. "I stopped loving you when you fucking stopped loving me, and when you went to find love with a fucking hoe." Lillian screamed.

She soon regretted her words as Phillip punched her in the face. Lillian fell back and she didn't know what was going on. She felt something oozing out of her face; something hot. Her face felt like it was about to explode and she felt dizzy. She reached for her face and touched it. When she saw what was on her hand. She fainted, blood everywhere.

Phillip was scared. He didn't mean to hurt Lillian. He loved her, he never drank, he had been straight edge all his life, and he let one kiss get to him. For one kiss be drank him self to rock bottom. He quickly started the cold icy bath and carried Lillian towards it. He almost killed her. He kept seeing the images of her on the floor crying, begging him to stop. He took Lillian's night gown off and put her in the tub. Blood came out of her back side and he felt bad for taking Lillian by force.

He loved her so much. He grasped her face in his hands. She felt so fragile and he kissed her. He grabbed the sponge and put some body wash on it. He stared to wash Lillians body slowly. Lillian jerked away as she felt the icy water hit her face and she stared to kick and scream. Scared- Phillip was trying to drown her,"It's okay. I'm sorry. I promise I won't hurt you." He spoke, kissing her cheek.

There he was the man she had fallen in love with sweet, sober, kind and most importantly loving. Phillip finished bathing Lillian and carried her to there bed. He dressed her, combed her hair, and begged her to forgive him. Lillian would have never condoned this. It was against everything she believed in, but she knew Phillip was drunk and she knew it was no excuse for it. But she needed to use it as an excuse.

Phillip tapped her ribs just in case they were badly hurt, and kissed Lillian softly on the lips. "I love you. I love you so much, I'm sorry Lilly. I'm so, so, so sorry. Forgive me please."

Lillian spoke words coming out stronger then she intended them to be "I love you, but I won't forget this. I probably won't forgive you for a long time. You will have to earn my trust back."

Phillips heart felt like it was cracked into a billion pieces, and Lillian saw the pain in his face. "But I do love you, Phillip. I really do. Im just hurt not physically, but emotionally."

She kissed Phillip goodnight and drifted to sleep. This meant he had a chance to make it all better. She still loved him, but she wouldn't forgive him so easily and there's always hope when there's love.