Falling for you (phan)

Chapter 3

Dans pov

I hear the constant beeping of my alarm and throw my hand on it to shut it up. I groan in protest an pull myself out of bed. I slowly walk over to grab clothes which is my usual black on black. I walk into the bathroom and groan as I see my purple jaw and eye. Great.

I wasn't going to try to cover it up because it's not like my mom would notice, and it would just cause Phil and his friends to make fun of me even more. I quickly throw on my clothes seeing as I am already late and pull the straightener through my hair.

I brush my teeth and go to run out the house when I hear a voice I know all to well. He hadn't been home in days why was he home now. I decide listening would be the vast way to find out seeing as me and my 'father' aren't on the best of terms.

He was drunk. I need to help my mum I can't let him hit her not again. This is all my fault if I had liked just girls instead of girls and guys this would have never happened. I always let everyone down. I had a perfect family until I was the screw up and ruined it causing my mum to get hurt in the process.

"Honey calm down. We can talk this out we don't have to do anything right now." my mom pleads.

"I'm done living in the same house as an abomination. If you want to stay with me then you can come but he can't." He spits out and I cringe at the insult.

"No, I can't leave him he is my son. Why can't you just stay? You won't see him he is always in his room." she says as tears roll down her face. I can't help to think that if I was never born this wouldn't be a problem.

"I don't love you anymore. And I should be going I don't want to have to see the faggots face."

"Don't call him that! Leave and don't you ever come back!" A smirk appears on his face as he lets out a sickening laugh.

"You know what I'll just go stay with my girlfriend and our son... At least he's straight."

"Y-your g-girlfriend? Y-your s-son? How long?" I can tell her heart is breaking from over here.

"Oh just thirteen years. That's nothing really. I've kept secrets for longer." And with that he was gone, leaving me to pick up the picked that he has crumbled down again. I slowly walk through the room and my mom stands there staring at nothing in particular. Her cheeks stained with tears and fresh ones falling.

Why did he always have to come and fuck things up as soon as we started to get better and make a stable home. I hated him so much after all the times he left my mum crying and the amount of times he had beaten me.

His punches hurt a lot more then Phil's group though and also break more bones. With that I sigh and walk towards the door and tell a goodbye to my mum.

"Don't you want breakfast honey? You didn't eat anything last night." truth is I haven't been hungry or well that's a lie. I didn't want to eat. It's simple really.

"I was going to grab something from school. Thank you though." I lie through my teeth knowing it's wrong but I can't tell her the truth. It would only hurt her more then she already is.

I start to walk down the street noticing and am late for my first class. But I don't run I just continue walking knowing that the group stands around in the hallway during class. Waiting for their next victim. Most likely me.

I walk into the school and notice the halls are empty. I can't help but to feel panicked and like they are hiding around every corner. I walk into the bathroom because there is only five minutes left before my first class is over. I'll just wait it out.

I see a boy about my age with curly hair and green eyes. I don't ever remember seeing him before. My thoughts are cut off by his voice.

"Hey I'm Pj, what's your name?" He says with his hand extended to meet mine. Without thinking I flinch and back away causing be to hit the wall. Hard.

"I'm so sorry are you okay?" He said panic in his voice.

"I'm fine." I croak.

"So what's your name?" he asks again but doesn't stick his hand out.

"I'm Dan."

"Nice to meet you, I'm new here and I don't really know anyone. Do you think maybe you can help me find my classes?"

"Um yeah I guess but we have to hurry before the bell rings."

"Um okay." he says with a confused look. But hands me his schedule anyways.

"Oh we have a most classes together and art next. you can just follow me if you would like."

"I'd love to!" He says enthusiastically a I just sigh. We hurry out if the bathroom and to the next class before I could be spotted. But my luck has run out when I saw no other then Phil Lester standing outside of the art room door.

"Who's this? Your little boy toy?" Phil says.

"Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that Danny boy." he says with a scoff. Great.