

Gavin - BL
Alcohol doesn't mix well with anger Your once-loving husband came home drunk once again from his exhausting new job.Glass shattering could be heard throughout the kitchen as a cat named Tortellini scurried away anxiously trying to find a hiding place.
"You son of a bitch!!"Gavin hollered throwing another glass cup on the floor.
"I asked you to do only two things out of you! And you failed to do both you lazy mother fucker! All I wanted was my laundry done and just some peace and quiet! But nooooo, you just gotta bug me with dinner! Hell, I don't even like whatever the fuck you made!"Gavin stepped closer to you who stood in the doorway of the kitchen gripping onto his hoodie sleeves tightly.
Food can be seen on the floor of the dining room along with shattered glass and liquid drenching the table cloth that were once in cups.
This wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the Berlavich family. Ever since Gavin had gotten a new job he would go to the bar right after work when he had a long day and would come home late taking his frustrations out on his husband. But this night seemed to be the worst of the worst.
Gavin then reached out grabbed your shoulders and began shaking you aggressively whilst degrading and cussing at you, spit flying into your face combining with the tears rolling down his cheeks as he held in the sobs that wanted to escape his mouth.
"And if you EVER!-"Gavin was then interrupted by a small meek voice calling out from the hallway.
"Dad? What are you doing to Papa?"Isaac squeaked out, their seven-year-old son who was holding a stuffed animal close to his chest as fear was written in his eyes.
The sight alone made Gavin almost completely sober.
