Keep Quiet (Phan AU)

Chapter 6

Dans P.O.V

I woke up this morning feeling almost out off it, like I wasn't in with reality and wandering in my own fantasy world.

Though it was most probably because off the lack of sleep I had last night.

After the event that took place last night with Phil, he forced me too go only one way about it and that was too completely pretend that I didn't give two fucks whether he committed suicide or not and that was quite the opposite.

I pulled up out off bed and looked around the room, my eyes were sore and my body was so weak that it was an effort too just stand up.

A few seconds later my mum slowly walks through into my bedroom.

"Honey?" She whispered quietly.

"Yeah mum?" I replied with a groan, I really wasn't up for school today but decided too go anyway, even though things went wrong with Phil and they have been like that for a pretty long time I just kinda enjoyed seeing his face around.

"Don't forget that today is Thursday" she smiled at me with excitement as I pulled a confused expression and that's when she understood and spoke up again, slightly louder this time

"Today's the day that we're having evening dinner with my old high school friend and her son" she finally said before she collected her things and was rushing out the door.

I sighed.

"Love you honey!" She almost screamed from down the stairs

"Love you too" but it was so silent that I myself found it hard too hear.

I then heard the door slam shut, I threw myself back onto my bed and groaned with frustration as I pushed my hand through my hair.

My mother was always working, it's all she was invested in. All she cared about so this evening dinner must mean a lot too her, meaning I had too cover up the bruises that were implanted all over my body.

Even though I wanted an escape out off this living torture, I know that it would really damage my mum and that hurt a lot more than a few punches.

One last time I pushed myself up and headed towards the bathroom and what I saw in the reflection made me gasp with shock.

To put it simply, I looked like shit.

My curly hair stuck up in weird places,my skin was pale, for some reason my tan had decided too disappear, my eyes were groggy and puffed and it looked like I had been crying.
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Once I had sorted my monstrous appearance that could have been referred to as a eerie demon i was about too pick up my bag and leave the house when I was aggressively and viciously thrown across the end off the room.

I looked up and obviously, standing there with his fists clenched was my father.

"You think you can get away that easily without your morning beating? You need too feel more awake if you're going too be educated little son" he spat with a cocky grin laid upon his demonic features.

"S-sorry" I stuttered,"I forgo-" and I was then interrupted with a monstrous roar that expanded throughout the house.

"YOU SHOULD BE,YOU SHOULD BE SORRY FOR EVERYTHING, YOUR'RE A PIECE OF SHIT AND A STUPID FAG" he sneered before walking towards me.

"I'm sorry! Dad please" I cried, "what's wrong with you!" I screamed and he stood back from the beatings that were taking place and looked at me with disgust.

"What's wrong with me?" He repeated several times, "you is what's wrong with me you faggot, why else would I be beating you everyday!" He growled, this time kicking me in the stomach.