I'm Not Okay [UsUk]

Not Okay

"What the hell is going on?"

Alfred and Arthur were caught off guard, and even Matthew feared what would happen next, hearing it all from the living room. This certainly couldn't go well, and would probably result in shouting and tears.
Or something even more than just that.

"Dad, I-I thought you were going to be home at midnight!" The older American had a frightened expression on, almost shaking from the sudden anxious feeling overtaking him which he didn't expect at all.
He thought this night would be perfect, and that absolutely nothing in the universe could ruin it for the two of them...

But apparently he was wrong. Very wrong.

Arthur didn't know what would happen. He didn't expect anything more than just a little bit of yelling because Alfred broke the one rule of not inviting friends over, but on the other hand, his father did catch them kissing, and he had no idea what were his views on this. "I can leave if I've caused a problem. I apologize." He gently said, staying calm and making casual eye contact with the tall blonde man who he had never met before.

"Of all the things I could see! I can't believe this... Of all the fucking things, I walk in on my son kissing another boy! Alfred, I will not forget this. I can't forget this." His father was extremely furious, and he expressed that emotion well with not only his hand gestures and facial expressions, but also the sharp and angry tone he spoke in.

Alfred took a small step back, feeling as if his heart stopped and there was a knot tied in his stomach from the overwhelming panic. He could see his dad advancing towards him in two quick movements.

"You! Get out!" He shouted towards Arthur, who didn't know what to do in this kind of situation. Should he leave? Should he stay and defend Alfred? He shared a glance with the boy which clearly told him to go, for his own safety.
A slight bit apprehensive, he backed away and walked over to the door, knowing all eyes were on him.

"How slow can you goddamn get?!"

After that sentence, Arthur decided to quickly exit the apartment - he was too scared and knew he probably wouldn't be able to help Alfred in the situation anyway.

But, he didn't leave completely. He realized that maybe, after all this time he had been thinking about what or who was the core of Alfred's sudden change in behavior, he would get the answer. One of his many suspects. He had made up so many distressing scenarios in his head...

So once he had closed the door behind himself, he didn't walk away from the house. Arthur stayed outside, taking out his phone and preparing to listen to whatever would happen. This could be serious, and if Alfred really needed help, he would be there to provide it.

But with all his heart and soul, he hoped that the boy he loved wouldn't be put in such a position.

Inside of the four walls, Alfred was facing absolute terror.

"What were you fucking thinking, Alfred?!"

The harsh words were accompanied by a hit which almost brought him to the ground because of its accuracy and heaviness, and all he could do was cry out in pain and hold on for dear life. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I swear, I'll never do it again!"

"You've disappointed me enough, you know that! For the past years, you've done nothing but mistakes! You know what? I've fucking had enough!" This time, the father didn't hold back any anger that was boiling inside of him, and all he wanted was to punish the other, thinking that he deserved it. So what else to do, but to hit the boy again and again?

Alfred couldn't breathe. It was too much, and it was too strong. A fist collided with his face, the sharp pain rushing through his entire body. He had no strength to fight back nor to escape. "Please, don't..." His shaky voice was close to silent, and he was on the verge of tears.