"Jeff, please, I don't want to argue. I just went out for a jog & I didn't feel my phone vibrate is all," Phil explained backing towards the front door.

"'You didn't feel it vibrate," Jeff taunted, moving closer to Phil.

Phil swallowed hard as Jeff got closer to him. He whimpered as he was completely backed up against the door, Jeff's arm stretched out next to his head. Jeff got nose to nose with Phil. Phil looked up in to his husband's eyes, the anger in them apparent. He tried to move away, but Jeff pressed his chest against his so that he stayed in place.

"Jeff, please, I need to go take a shower."

"Why are you in such a hurry to get away from me, lovebug? What's the matter?" Jeff smirked.

"N-Nothing, I just want to take a shower. I'm sweaty & sticky, & I--"

Phil was again stopped short when Jeff bit behind his ear. As Jeff sank his teeth in, Phil struggled against him to break himself from the bite. He screamed & pushed against Jeff, but the older man didn't seem to budge.

"Jeff, let go of me! Get off! Get off! Get off!"

"Get off you? You want me to get off of you Philly bear? I don't think so," Jeff growled as he shoved Phil to his knees. "You know what baby-face? I don't think you get this marriage thing. You are to tell me where you are going at all times, & you are to answer each time I call you. You see, I need to be able to keep up with you; to make sure that not only are you alright, but to also make sure you are staying out of trouble."

"Jeff--"

"You know what is in engraved on the inside of your ring? Of course you do; it reads, 'Jeff's.' You know what that means? Of course you do; it means you're mine." Jeff said getting right in Phil's face.

"That doesn't mean you have to assault me," Phil murmured.

"Excuse you? What did you say?"

"I said, 'that doesn't mean you have to assault me!'" Phil screamed standing up, causing the enigmatic superstar to back up.

"Phillip--"

"Where the hell do you get off putting your hands one me! You promised me that you'd change that way about you for me! You promised, Jeff! What's changed you now? Is it because I married you, Jeff?!"

"Phil--"

"Because when we got married, that wasn't me giving you permission to hurt, & control, me again! Fuck Jeff, I'm your got damned husband for fucking sake! I'm not an object, or some piece of fucking property!"

"Princess, please--"

"That's it Jeff, I gotta go! I can't take this, I won't! I just can't do this here," Phil shook his head & threw his hands up & sped past Jeff up to their bedroom. He grabbed a duffel bag & started throwing some of his belongings into it.

"Sweetheart, where are you--"

"I'm going to stay at Scott's for a while. I'm not having this, Jeff, I'm just not! & don't call me either. When I'm ready to deal with you, I'll think about calling you!" Phil screamed as he threw his bag over his shoulder, running down the stairs & out the door.

"Phil!" Jeff called after him.

But it was too late, Phil had hopped in his car & headed down the street. Jeff stood on the porch looking after Phil. He kicked over one of the plants that decorated the area & fell back into one of the chairs. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why do I keep fucking up with him? He even gave me another chance the first fucking time. Hell, he fucking married my stupid ass! Eugh, what am I going to do? I miss him already...'

Before he even realized, the tears flowed from Jeff's eyes. He placed his fingers to his chin, rubbing at his beard. 'I've probably lost him forever...'