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Chapter 4
Dan's POV
Phil was out the door before I could ask to hang out again sometime. Oh well, I guess there was always school tomorrow. I wasn't quite ready to go back home yet however the people working at Starbucks were starting to look annoyed so I decided to grab my coat and leave shortly after Phil. I wonder what made him leave so quickly. As I walked back home, I began to remember what I was going back to. A house that was turned upside down little over 2 years ago by a man that used to be my father. However, it's not just what he did to my mum that makes me so angry with him. When he left, everything kicked off in my life, my descent into depression began and the bullying never stopped.
My mum noticed that I had changed. I stopped talking to her, I shut my door the instant I walked into the house and then she began to notice the bruises.
-Flashback-
'Dan will you please look at me when I am talking to you!' mum was starting to get really annoyed with me, why didn't she get that I was trying to cover up my face for a reason. I turned around slowly. The look on her face was horrifying.
'Oh my God Dan, what the hell happened to your face?' she said, tears coming to her eyes.
'Nothing mum, it's not as bad as it looks, I swear' I replied, lying. Of course it was bad, my eye was black and my lip was swollen twice its normal size.
'Who did this to you Dan?'
'No one, just leave it.'
'That's it, tomorrow I'm going into your school and speaking to your head.'
Fuck. This couldn't be happening. 'No please don't mum, you'll only make it worse. Please. I'll talk to a teacher tomorrow and get it sorted. Please don't go into school.' I was past caring about being pathetic, if mum went in I probably wouldn't leave school alive.
'Okay, promise me you will' she said, sadness ridden in her voice.
'I promise.' Another lie.
-End Flashback-
Before I knew it, my thoughts had landed me back home. I climbed back up the terrace and through the bedroom window. It was only 3 hours after I had left and I guessed they hadn't noticed I had left at all. It felt necessary to go downstairs and apologise to mum for swearing. I didn't regret what I had said, but I know that mum doesn't like me swearing. I opened my bedroom door and began walking downstairs only to be greeted instantly by David.
'What are you still doing here?' I said sharply.
'Dan, I know that you don't particularly like me, but you have got to start putting your silly little needs behind you and start thinking of your mum. She's struggling on her own-'
'-we're doing just fine actually' I cut in.
'No Dan, you're so self-absorbed that you can't even see the stress your mum is under.' He was really starting to piss me off.
'Stress? I wonder when that started then Dad?' I began raising my voice, 'let me think, oh yeah, that would be when you decided to spend a night in bed with a whore.'
'How many times do I have to apologise for that? I've told you I'm sorry' his voiced remained solemn.
'It's not enough, I don't want you back in my life. You may be able to twist your way into mum's mind but you won't get anywhere with me.' I turned around and walked back into my room. Any thought of apologising to mum was wiped from my mind.
I looked around my room, I knew exactly what I was looking for and I knew where it was, but I didn't want to use it. I didn't want to fall back into that spiralling pit of depression once more. It had been a year since I last cut myself, it was the first and the last but I never threw away the blades. I reached under the bed, pulling out a small wooden box and opened it revealing many small blades. Did I really want to do this? Just as I thought that, the memories came over me like a tidal wave, blinding me with anger and hurt. I picked up a blade and pressed it against my skin and allowed the release to consume me.
Phil's POV
When I walked in the door I could see my dad stood in the kitchen, holding the side for support. It had only been a few hours, how the hell had he managed to get this drunk this quickly.
'Um, Dad, I'm back' I said, trying to hide the nerves in my voice.
He turned around, losing his balance and grabbing hold of the side again 'Where the hell have you been, I told you to get food and not be long?! You've been gone for hours!'
'I've not been that long, only a couple of hours. I guess I didn't walk quickly enough. I'm sorry.' Oh god, I really hope he stays in the kitchen. As if he could hear my thoughts he began stumbling towards me.
'Well next time, walk faster, idiot.' Spite consumed his every word. That's when he hit me.
'FUCK DAD! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!' Tears were starting to form in my eyes. He'd hit me before but I'd deserved it then. I had only been out for a couple of hours, he was being so unreasonable.
'Don't fucking answer me back you little shit. I told you not to be long and you purposely ignored me.' He hit me again, this time harder and I fell into the door behind me. 'How DARE you treat me like an idiot.' I used my hand to feel for the doorknob behind me, hoping for my escape, and then came another blow. He hit my stomach this time and I instantly doubled over, winded.
'Please dad, stop, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be that long' I said, coughing, 'I just lost track of time!' I was still fighting tears back.
'Well, I guess you won't be losing track of time any more will you, now piss off.' One more hit and he pointed towards my room. God, I felt so pathetic. I wanted more than anything just to run away from this house. As much as I hated my dad, I also loved him. He was the only family I had left and I was the only person he had to look after him. I may have been scared of him, but at least he gave me a roof over my head. I walked slowly to my room, clutching my stomach as I did, and shut my door quietly. I didn't bother to change as I crawled only my bed and my thoughts were spiralling around my head. What did I do to deserve this? If mum was still here none of this would have happened. Mum. God, I missed her so much. Everything went to shit when she died. Dad lost himself and decided to take everything out on me and I'm still trying to live with the consequences.
The thoughts continued to spin round and round in my head, tears streaming down my face as I remembered the family we used to be.
Okay, I'm sorry that Phil's part is short in this chapter, I couldn't really think of how to write the abuse scene as I'm not familiar with it, in fact most of this story is out of my known field, but I tried my best. I promise to make it better, but I can't promise that the story will be happier. I have quite a depressing mind! Hope you enjoyed this chapter though.
