Tag, You're It

Teddy Bear

Another day, another sunrise over Manchester. Phil's parents are already awake probably gone to church. The blue eyed boy opens his eyes to his awfully dull bedroom. It's brown and all earthy colours, Phil hates plain colours but he has to put up with it as he 'can't move out until he's 18' the poor boy.

Being gay isn't easy when you're the priests nephew and your father is a student priest, your mother is a nun in preparation and the whole of your family is highly religious.

Phil only actually has one friend his name is Pj, he's very bitchy and Phil's father despises the boys arrogance but, Pj is really sweet and kind once you break down that wall of judgement.

Phil's bare feet touch the cold floorboards sending shivers up his spine "I hate this...." he mumbles under his shaky breath. The front door slams shut meaning if Phil wasn't up his father would whack him.... the usual.
The boy hides so much, the constant bullying, the depression, the anxiety... the gay.... he's deeply ashamed of himself, he hates how he's always getting beatings for liking pastel colours and flower crowns.

His father says horrible things to him such as "You're worthless! God will punish you!" Phil doesn't believe in all this Godly things, he thinks it's all a myth and made up. However, he obviously can't say that or he probably won't ever walk again.

He locks his door so his father thinks he is getting dressed or something. The blue eyed boy scatters around his room trying to find his 'church clothes' basically just jeans and a smart shirt. "Where the hell are you?" he says quietly, footsteps climb up the stairs, Phil quickly pulls up his skinny jeans and puts on his shirt before grabbing his phone and stuffing it in his back pocket. "Phil! where are you!?!" his fathers voice boomed throughout the empty hallway. The boy shakily opens his plain bedroom door and peaked his head out.

"Here!" his father was clearly drunk, he knew what was going to happen. He fears for his life around this man. "Your tutor is here boy, now get your ass into the office! or else! I will punish you!" his father stumbles, Phil catches him but, the alcoholic man pushes the small boy. Phil lands on the floor "Dad... I'm trying to help you and be a Good Samaritan" the boy squeaks out making his voice higher then normal.

His father kicks the boy causing him to whimper and stand, clutching his ribs he slowly stumbles towards the office to try and study for his exams.

The professor helps the blue eyed boy to sit down "are you okay Phil?" the boy nods and looks down embarrassed but angry at his father. He tried to help him but obviously he's just a failure.

Hours of lecturing passed and the boy had enough "I can't do this sir, I don't understand why I have to learn about this stupid crap" he huffs and sulks in his chair wishing he could go outside and enjoy his teenage years, not stuck in a blummin office learning how to carry over a number. He doesn't really care, yes he's smart but that's because his father makes him study moreless every hour of everyday. Except for a Sunday because that's the 'lords day of rest'. Not that's he's complaining, it's just that the only time he gets to go out is when he goes to church.

It's very dumb if you can't go to parties and that, even though he is 17 and is legal age to go to parties and have sex and enjoy himself. The boy is trapped in this house and it's sending him insane.