Breaking Us Down- A Phanfiction

Chapter Three

Dan’s P.O.V

“Phil?”

I stared at the panting boy in the doorway before dropping my controller and rushing over to him.

“Are you… are you okay?” I checked him over frantically, looking for bruises on his face or blood soaking his clothes.

“Why did you come after me last night?”

His hair was wild and his eyes a frenzy of panic as he searched my face desperately.

“I needed to know what was happening, Phil! Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I was coping! It was enough of an income to feed and clothe me, to pay the rent. It wasn’t ideal, but it kept me off the streets!”

“Pay rent? What do you mean?”

“Mum… forgets. She forgets most things.”

“Is she ill?”

He snorted humorlessly. “Sick in the head, maybe. All she cares about is drinking and men.”

I stared at him for a few moments before shaking my head sadly.”

“Doesn’t it bother you, what you have to do?”

“Really, the only thing that bothers me is that my own mother can’t look past her own selfish needs and help me. It hurts when I get treated like dirt because of what I have to do to survive. What makes me most angry, though, is that I’m practically paying her to be a stupid slutty alcoholic while I have to go out and sell myself as a common whore.”

Tears welled in his eyes, and I carefully lead him to sit on my bed. Slinging an arm round his shoulders, I stayed silent and let him talk it out.

“She never really was much of a mother, though. She used to forget to pick me up from school daily, left me too cook for myself. My brother looked after me when she went out, and we would care for each other. Once he left home though…it was worse then. I was on my own, and she was getting worse.”

A tear rolled down his face, and I pulled him into my arms.

“Don’t cry.” I whispered to him as I rocked him and let him bury his face into my shoulder, stroking the back of his midnight hair.

He sniffled and reached up to wipe the tears away.

“Why are you still being nice to me even though you know how disgusting I am?”

“You aren’t disgusting, Phil. You’re an amazing guy who’s been victim to some really shitty stuff in life, and you can’t help that.”

He started to reply, but I interrupted him.

“Phil, I don’t want you to stay there any longer. Come and live here with me.”

Phil’s P.O.V

My mouth flopped open and I stared at the brunette.

“Wh…what?”

He flopped back on his bed.

“Come live with me. Mum won’t mind, she always said our house is open to whoever needs it. And to be perfectly honest, you need it.”

“But… what about my mum?”

“She can go fuck herself.”

My jaw flapped again as Dan waited for a reaction. When I said nothing, he sighed.

“She doesn’t deserve you. Sure, go check up on her, but you don’t need to be there 24/7.”

“I guess…” I said slowly.