The L Word (phan short story)

chapter 2

(It may seem early in the story for this to happen but it is important for the beginning !)

Friday morning I woke up up feeling better than the day before. I got up and got ready for school. My mum and siblings all leave an hour before me so I'm always on my own in the mornings.

I grabbed an apple out of the fridge and sat down at the table. I scrolled through Twitter as I ate. As I scrolled I lost track of time and was almost late to school. I jumped up and bolted out the door. I walked to school so if I'm late I can say I tripped and fell or something.

The pavements were full of teens laughing and chatting but I walked alone. Then up ahead of me I saw my girlfriend Kate running towards me, "Baby!" She yelled embracing me. She smelled of flowers and her long caramel hair draped over my shoulders. "Hey" I smiled awkwardly kissing her cheek. My stomach knotted in discomfort.

I listened to Kate blab the whole way to school, nodding and smiling at everything she said. I know. Why am I dating her? Well I don't even really know. She liked me and my friends told me to ask her out and 3 months later, here we are..

When we arrived at school me and Kate went separate ways. I went to my locker and threw my stuff in. "Dan!" I heard a deep voice yell. I turned to see my friends Pj and Chris. "Hey" I smiled closing my locker. "It's Friday night, what are the plans?" Chris asked (my plans were scroll through tumblr and watch science documentaries on Netflix),"Um I don't have any" I said slightly disappointed. "Let's throw a party" Pj's eyes lit up, "Peej are you fucking crazy? We can't throw a party this last minute" I laughed. Pj nodded and turned to Chris.

"You could bang Kate" Chris smirked after whispering something to Pj. "You're an asshole" I smiled widely. "Aw come on Howell he's kidding" Pj chuckled. "It's funny because he's not." I rolled my eyes and stormed off to class.

Once in Spanish class I threw my books down onto my desk and falling into my chair. "Everything alright?" I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah" I said turning to see my friends Zoe and Alfie. "You don't seem alright" Zoe pouted rubbing my back slightly. "You want to tell us what happ-" Alfie started but I cut him off, "No!" I buried my face in my hands.

The bell rang beginning class. Towards the middle of the lesson I started to shake and feel cold. I got nervous and my hands became sweaty. I was having a panic attack. "Mrs. Schmitt may I take a walk" I choked out without raising my hand. She just nodded and continued talking.

I ran into the toilets and splashed water onto my face in the sink. I stared at myself. "You don't have to bang her. That's not why you like her. You don't want to sleep with her.. At least not now" I rambled to myself in the mirror when the door swung open. Fuck. A tall popular guy named Dallas came in WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND and a condom package in his hand.

"Erm" I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Get out faggot" Dallas laughed yanking me away from the sink. "Why the f-fuck are y-you d-doing that in h-h-here" I stuttered holding back tears. "I said, get out." Dallas pushed me again. "She can't b-be in here" I said- I then realized I shouldn't have said anything. Dallas threw me on the ground and undressed his girlfriend in front of me, holding me down by his foot as they leaned against the door.

I woke up in the hospital. My mum, Dallas's parents and Dallas's girlfriend's parents were in there as well arguing. My body was sore and frail as I tried to prop myself up. "What happened?!" I asked, everyone's heads turned sharply to me. Alfie was in there as well. "I was sent to go find you.. And I opened the bathroom door.." Alfies eyes appeared glossy, "They-t-they raped you and then beat you." My eyes widened. I started crying as my mum hugged me.

I woke up several hours later and found myself surrounded by my siblings and my mum "Dan are you okay?" My brother Jack was crying along with everyone else in the room. I nodded. My body hurt and I felt sick. I was so upset about one little thing- if my fucking anxiety wasn't so bad I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have had that panic attack. I wouldn't have had to leave class. I wouldn't have had to been raped. God I'm fucked up.

(3 days later)

I finally got to go home from the hospital. But I would have to start going to therapy for what happened. I didn't want to face my friends. I didn't want to face my girlfriend- or anyone really. I just wanted to be by myself forever. I didn't want to see anyone.

I heard a knock at my door, "Dan sweetheart how are you feeling?" My mum let her self in, sat on my bed and ran her fingers through my hair. I shrugged. I hadn't really said anything to anyone when they asked me how I was doing. Because I sure as hell wasn't feeling good. My mum sighed. "You have to back to school tomorrow.." My mum said abruptly. I felt my stomach drop. "Nuh-uh" I said. But my mum just shook her head and said "yes, you do, I'm sorry daniel", and left the room