One in a Phillion (Phan Fiction)

Chapter 3

I walk the rest of the way to my house. When I open the door, I find my mum, working on her laptop. I quietly close the door and tiptoe upstairs. I don't want her to see me bruises that are most likely all over my body.

When I get into my bedroom, I look at myself through my mirror, lifting my shirt up to see the bruises on my stomach. Bruises are painted all over me, on my arms, legs, face and chest. I throw on a sweater and long pants, even though the weather is too hot. I put on some sunglasses and slowly make my way downstairs.

"Hey honey. I didn't see you come in." My mum says, as I walk into the living room. She stares at me. At first, I have no idea what she's staring at, but then I remember what I'm wearing. "Isn't it a bit too hot to wear that?" She says, closing her laptop.

"No, uh - I'm really cold." I lie, but I have to admit, I'm starting to sweat a lot. That's okay though. I can't let her find out. She'll probably make a big deal out of it and call the police or something. I guess that's my mum for you.

"Dan! Dinner!" My mum calls out to me. I run downstairs and sit at the dining table. "Dan, could you please take off your sunglasses at the table?" She asks me. I'd forgotten I even had them on, but shake my head anyway. I don't want her to see my bruises. She'll go ballistic. She reaches over to me and rips the glasses off my face. When my bruises are revealed, she gasps.

"I uh... I ran into a tree." I lie. Unluckily for me, my mum can always tell when I'm lying. She says it's some kind of 'mum instinct'.

"Who did this to you? I'm calling their parents!" She yells. I shake my head.

"Mum, I'm fine." Another lie. She stands up.

"Dan, stop lying. Who did this to you?" She says, demandingly.

"It was some guys. I don't know them, and I didn't get to see their face." More lies. She sighs and sits down again.

"Fine. But next time you leave the house, I'm coming with you, okay?" She says. I nod. She sighs again and we eat dinner in silence. When we're done, I run up to my room and take off my pants and sweater. The weather is way too hot to wear that. I'm sweating like a pig. I'm about to go on my phone, but I remember it smashed to pieces. Great. Instead, I log onto my laptop and start watching all of Phil's videos again. I wonder what would happen if I ever meet him. Well, I'd probably say 'hi' then faint. Or I'd probably just stare at him, with no word coming out. Either way, I'm going to screw up and completely embarrass myself. Maybe meeting Phil would be bad. Maybe it would be better if I just watch his videos for the rest of my life, thinking of fantasies where I actually meet him.