Lies (phan and kickthesticks)

Chapter 7

Hello again! I told you I would update. XD I litrally wrote this in art class.. Oops. Enjoy! Btw, if you want something specific to happen, feel free to comment! <3

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*Phil's POV*

I woke up but instantly regretted it. The bruises still hadn't healed and by body ached in protest as I sat up.

Great. Just great. How am I supposed to go to school? My mum won't care.

I rolled out of my bed and checked my phone. No messages. Shocker. I picked out a pair of black skinnies and a grey sweater. I would have grabbed my Pokemon shirt but Jack beat me up because he thought it was for kids. What if Dan likes Pokemon? That would be so cool. We could spend hours playing together. What am I thinking? He probably only helped me because he felt pity for me.

"PHIL! GET TO SCHOOL BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT!" my mum screamed.

I put on my shoes, grabbed my backpack, and slid my phone in my front pocket.

"You don't have to yell. I can hear you from ups-"

"What did you say to me!?" she spat.

Bad decision.

"I said-"

Smack. I held a hand up to my face. Tears started to form at the corner of my eyes but I blinked them away.

"Don't you EVER talk back to me again! Who the hell do you think you are?? This is MY house, NOT yours. Do you hear me?!"
I nodded slowly. She pushed me out the door. So I ran. I ran as far as I could. Why does this happen to me? What have I done wrong? Being alive? It's not my fault! I'm not the one who picked up some guy at a bar.

I sat down on the curb and rested my head in my hands. My phone buzzed. What was that? It was strange, no one has ever texted me before. Other than my mom. I pulled out my phone and turned it on, illuminating the screen. Dan's name popped up.

Dan: Hey Phil! Chris wants us to meet him at the football field. I'm going there right now.

I unlocked my phone to read it. Should I reply? I don't want to be a bother to him. He's probably running late anyways. He won't read it. I stood up and continued walking to school. I ran most of the way despite the intense pain. Shortly, the school gates came into sight. The gateway to hell. Instead of going to first period, I detoured to the field where Dan was waiting. He was sitting with Chris and PJ under a tree.

"Oh look! Phil is here!" Chris announced. I sat down, completing the circle. I didn't bother to say anything, my presence was enough.

"So Chris, was there a reason why we came here?" PJ asked.

My mind wandered away from the conversation, replaying the events from the previous night.

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*Phil's POV*

My mum drove me home from Dan's house, nagging me the whole way.
"I don't know why you get yourself into this stuff Phil. I really don't. Im sure none of the other boys do? Why do you have to be different?"
I leaned against the door and shut my eyes. This is just the same things over and over again. I'm always beaten up and my mum is there kicking me when I'm down. She doesn't care. I'm just a waste of time to her. One day she's cheerful, but once I screw up, everything goes downhill. Because of ME. No one else. Me.

She pulled up the driveway and parked the car. She got out and slammed the door. I looked up and saw my dad's truck on the street. Oh no. Hesitantly, I got out. I did everything I could to take as long as possible. My phone didn't have any notifications so that couldn't be an excuse. Stupid phone. I made my way into the house and quietly sprinted up the stairs to my room. My mom was talking to my dad about what happened. Moments later, I heard loud footsteps coming towards my room. The door burst open, my dad standing in the doorway.
"I heard you were beat up today. Is that true?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Why?"
"I don't know. It happens all the time. Just leave me alone. Please," I mumbled.
He got closer to me and grabbed the collar of my shirt.
"Don't talk to me like that! You are a worthless boy! You are the reason your mother and I are getting a divorce!" he yelled. He threw me on the floor and stood above me. He kicked my stomach as hard as he could. I knew he was drunk. I could smell the alcohol in his breath with every word he spoke. "Your an embarrassment to us! Don't you think other parents look at us differently? They're kids are perfect and I'm stuck with your stupid ass!"
Another kick was thrown to my ribs.
"Stop! Please!" I whimpered.
He didn't stop. My body was littered with black and blue bruises. It felt like every bone in my body was broken.

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Dan was staring, I could tell. I knew because when I made the slightest movement with my head, he would jerk away and face the others. It was amusing, really. No one has ever taken interest in me. The little blush that appeared on his cheeks was....cute. NO Phil. You can't think that way. Dan doesn't like you. Get over it. I started to pay attention to Chris and PJ when I heard Dan talk.

"Uh ya sure. That sounds cool." He said. I didn't know what they were talking about but I nodded anyways.

"Maybe since there is four of us, foursome should be in the name," Chris suggested.

Oh! A group name! Now I understand.

"That makes sense," I added.

"Hey I know! Let's call it the Fantastic Foursome!" Dan yelled.

The Fantastic Foursome. That was the name we would go by for many years to come. Being in this group finally made me feel accepted. Like I wouldn't be judged for my decisions or actions because hey, we're all weird in our own way. It's okay to be strange. Normalness leads to sadness.