Yo, there isn't anything I really need to say. I just want to let you know that this is my second last chapter. I still have to write Angie's point of view, like I said in the last chapter. Anyway, here we go.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, mentions of death, gore

George's P.O.V.

I never thought I would hurt Phillip, nevertheless kill him. Yes, I got mad at him for staring at Francis, then he goes and dates her, but I'm not going to get into that.

Though, I shouldn't get the blame. You always do that right? Doesn't the one with more power take control? Doesn't it work like that?

I guess it is from my background. I have never had the best life. Well, not until grade six. That was the year Mom died. She never was able to take care of herself. She was cursed with Schizophrenia. Mom committed suicide. I still remember getting the call at school.

I sit around the lunch table, showing off my brand new Nintendo DS. I smile proudly, knowing no one else in the whole school has one other than Phillip Hamilton.

I envy him. He is such a cool guy and always helps everyone out, no matter who they are. Everyone at the school likes him. His parents are proud of him and all his siblings are really cool. His father is cool too. Dad doesn't like him, but I really do. He has done so much.

"Mr. Eakar?" I look behind me at the EA. "Can you come with me?"

I look back at my friends, who just shrug. I jump out of my chair, a little bounce in my walk. I stay beside the EA. She looks almost pale.

"Is everything ok?" I ask, once she brings me into the office.

She bends down to my height. "Your father is on the phone for you."

"O-ok?" I say.

Dad never calls me from school. The last time he did, was when my cousin got into a car accident. Did someone get hurt?

I walk over to the phone and grab it.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?" I say.

"Um, uh, h-hi, George" Dad says shakily.

"Is everything alright?"

"George," I hear Dad choke on tears. "Y-your mother d-di-ed."

"W-what?"

"Your mother killed herself, son. S-she's gone."

I remember breaking down and crying. I didn't go back to class that day, or the next, or for the next three months. I never went to the grade six graduation. Mom always told me how excited she was for my graduation; being able to see me so happy. I couldn't go, not after that.

The rest of my life changed instantly. Dad wasn't talking, and I had to do everything for myself. Dad didn't know what to do, so he started drinking. I remember watching, from the corner of the living room, Dad guzzling down beer after beer.

He has been drinking and hitting me ever since. I went out, I got hit. I hung out with my friends, I got hit. I forgot to put my shoes in the closet, I got hit. Every little fucking thing I would do, guess what?! I got fucking hit!

My rage began piling up, not being able to show any emotions in front of Dad. Since, if someone did something to bother me just a little, I would hurt them. It was the only thing I really knew. I could never show anything to Dad, so whenever I could get it out, it would do it. Holding in emotions literally hurt me. It sting and burned.

Once Francis broke up with me, it hurt. I would have never tried to get her back. I knew I was doing everything wrong. I knew it, but couldn't stop, not knowing anything else to do. Dad heard about this and made me do everything I did to hurt her.

When I was at Francis', I didn't want to post anything about it. Dad told me that it would boil Phillip's blood. He threatened to hurt me.

I remember just before I called Phillip. I remember every step, every hit, every word.

I walk into the house through the back door. Geez, I don't even know how Dad is a politician. It is hard enough to believe that we could get a better house that didn't leak in my room every time it rains.

I sit down at the table and tap my fingers. Dad stumbles into the room, a beer bottle in his hand.

"Where is that girl?" Dad slurs.

"Francis? She is with her boyfriend like she should be," I say. "Dad, I don't want to hurt her anymore. I just want to leave her be."

Dad smacks me across the face. I keep a cold stare at Dad. I don't feel the hit on my skin, but I do in my heart.

"Get him," Dad says. "Make him pay."

"Dad I-"

Another hit.

"Don't fucking question me! You are going to call him, then fight him. Hopefully, he won't come out alive."

"I am not going to kill someone!"

Dad takes a pocket knife out of his hand. He flips the blade open. Then, he does something not human. He throws the knife at me. I dodge it quickly, just scraping the skin on the side of my arm open. It sticks into the wall.

"What the fuck?!" I yell.

Dad walks behind me and takes the knife out of the wall. "Watch your mouth. Now, you kill him or I kill you."

I close my eyes and flinch. I slowly hold my hand out. I bite my lip and feel the knife fall into my hand. I open my eyes and see the knife.

"Good," Dad says. "Now call him. I know the number. Don't ask me why. You tell him to fight you," Dad slaps me again. "You fucking bastard."

I thought that maybe if I took out the knife it would scare Phillip away. Then, he walked towards me. I really didn't want to hurt him. He tried taking the knife out of my hand. I didn't want to let the knife slip out of my hands, so I kept a hold.

I should have just given him the knife. I shouldn't have even brought it. I shouldn't of listened the my father about the fight.

I stand in front of Phillip. He falls to the ground, blood gushing from his side. Then, I spot Francis and Phillip's sister, Angelica. Francis and I meet eyes. Angelica yells Phillip's name. I run away, I don't want to see this. I don't want to see Phillip die. Will he die?

I run back home, tears streaming down my face. I hit the back of my head on the wall and close my eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dad asks.

I open my eyes and glare at him. "You," I walk closer to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "You fucking made me go to that fight! I fucking killed him!"

"Good."

"Good?! Are you fucking insane?! What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"He gets what he earns."

"You are a fucking asshole!" I punch Dad hard in the jaw. "I am fucking leaving! You will never fucking see me again." I walk out the door, slamming it behind me.

Five Days Later

I look at the cemetery from a distance. I watched Phillip's family. I guess his parents are back together. I watched Angelica stand in front of her brother's headstone.

I look at my watch: 21:30. I slowly walk into the cemetery and shuffle to Phillip's grave. I sit down; making the dead leaves that blow, crack. I shift a little and lean my back onto the headstone.

"Hey, Phillip," I say. "I know you probably don't want me to be here. Trust me: I don't want to be here either. I still want you to be alive. I want to be friends with you. I want to be able to laugh and hang out with you, but you wouldn't have wanted that anyway. I just want you to be here, for Francis, for me, for your friends, for your family."

Tears streak down my face. "I am so fucking dumb. I should have never listened to Dad. You would still be here. You would have hated me, but I really just want to see your face again! God, Phillip. I never thought this would happen! This is my own stupidity!"

I wipe my eyes and catch my breath. "What I came here to tell you is that, I am leaving. I am not going to live here anymore. I have to get away from this past. You know, I am gonna think about you every day, even if I don't want to. I will never forget what I did, and that may be a good thing. I know I won't make this mistake again."

I sigh deeply and say my last few words before I leave. "Phillip, you may have not been friends with me, but I envied you. Please, if you are listening, make sure you take care of Francis. I don't want her to get hurt. Just promise me that one thing."

I stand up, putting my hands into my pockets. I start leaving the cemetery. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see nothing, just Phillip's headstone. I smile, knowing he was the one. Knowing he was listening.

I'm going to write Angie's point of view this weekend. On Monday it should be posted. See ya next week!

(Editor's note)I spotted the I, Tonya references. Thx for forcing me to edit this fanfic. Keep up the good work!