Breaking Us Down- A Phanfiction

Chapter One

Phil's P.O.V

Dan smirked as Joe shoved me up against a locker.

“Faggot!”

I cringed away from the crude insult and felt a cool tear begin to track down my face.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I braced myself for the punishment I received every day for being gay. At least if I fell over there was a possibility that one of them might kick me in the head and cause me to pass out.

Soon enough they had me curled up on the floor, my arms clasped around my head.

“C'mon, Howell! Why aren't you doing anything? Feel sorry for the fag or something?”

I opened my eyes in surprise to see Dan start, and then laugh.

“No, of course not. Just didn't want to get homo on my shoe.”

My eyes, which had slid open briefly when I had realised Dan wasn't joining in, slid closed again and caused another salty tear to fall and splash on the hard floor.

I guess I should explain.

My name is Phillip Lester. I attend my local college, or as I call it, Hell. I don't have many friends, because no one wants to put up with the abuse I endure.

And all for one reason.

I'm homosexual.

I didn't realise how homophobic people are- at least, not until everyone in my college found out.

Before hand, I couldn't say I was popular but I wasn't particularly bullied, but I was happy. I had friends, a family that loved me and a roof over my head.

But now, everything is different. Every day, I get attacked by the same group of guys, lead by by the most attractive guy in the school- Daniel Howell. Dan arrived at the college half a year ago, and the day arrived he walked straight up to where I was being beaten on the floor, and for about thirty seconds I thought he would try to save me. That was until he joined the others.

He looked different to the others- his face, with it's dimples and almost permanent grin, looked sensitive and caring, but all of that was wrong as I found out when he joined the flock of my tormentors.

Daniel Howell was just as bad, if not sometimes worse than the rest.

When I went home at night, I would lie to my mum, tell her I fell over. Not that she really cared- she was ashamed to have a gay boy as a son.

Today was different, though.

Where I was used to being given a swift kick in the head or ribs from Dan, today he stood back with almost angst in his eyes.

No, that couldn't be right. Dan didn't care about me, he cared about nothing but himself. That was why everyone looked up to him, wanted to be like him- even me.

Eventually the boys let off and I staggered to my feet, cursing as my leg sent a bolt of pain through me.

I leaned against the lockers, breathing hard and trying to override the pain with my eyes squeezed tight. I felt an arm wrap around me and PJ's concerned voice met my ears.

“Phil? Shit man, are you okay?”

I slowly opened my eyes and gave him a small smile.

“As okay as I ever am, I guess.”

It wasn't too far to my next lesson, so PJ walked me part of the way before branching off to go to his own.

Dan's P.O.V