I Hate You

Chapter 12

     "Dan, come over here!" Phil yelled to me, and tugged on my hand.

     "Whaat?" I asked, being dragged along, with my heels digging into the dirt.

     " Come here! I will drag you if I have to." Phil smiled, and I just went with it. Phil has been the most amazing person to ever enter my life so far, and the only thing that would ruin it is if one of us got out and the other didn't.

      "Look." Phil said, kneeling down, and picking up a yellow dandelion, and handing it to me.

     " That's a weed." I said, taking it from him and looking at it.

     " Well, it's pretty okay? Keep it. You have to hide it though when you go back in, because they will check you, and if you have something that you could potentially hurt yourself with then they'll take it from you." He said, putting the flower on the bench , and sitting by it. I sat next to him, and laced our fingers in between us so that no body saw that we were holding hands.

    " so where were you before you were here?" He asked me, leading me to shake in anxiety a bit.

     " Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- you don't have to answer that." Phil said, tightening his hold on my hand.

     " No- no no no it's fine, I just wasn't ready for that question."

     " You don't have to answer it.." he said, looking at his feet, which were now tapping together next to mine.

     " No, I don't but I know that you would want to know, so It's just with my dad."

     " Why did you get upset when I asked you then?"

     " Because he's a dick.." I said, letting my cocoa brown hair fall in front of my pale face.

     " How..? What did he do?" Phil asked me, and turned towards me to face my head, which was facing down.

    " Abused me. Called me out. Hated me." I said, and a tear fell down my cheek, and landed on the papery pants we had to wear, automatically making a mark, making Phil put his thumb on my leg and rubbing the spot the tear collided with the fabric.

     " It's okay, he can't do that anymore, you're with me, it's okay, I love you, it's fine, it's all over now.." Phil said, still rubbing my leg, and sliding his hand up and down my thigh. Not far enough to touch me anywhere he wasn't supposed to.

     " No, I'm going to have to go back there."

     "Don't"

     " I can't just not go home Phil. I have to go see him once I a while, he's my dad, just because he's a total asshole doesn't mean that I can't just never see him again. My stuff is there, my mom is there." I said, looking up at him.

     " Stop crying Dan, please, I hate it when you cry, it makes me sad."

     " Okay, I'll try.." I said. Everything was silent, then I let out a sob after another, laying my head on his shoulder. About half an hour passed, of my head being on his shoulder, wetting his clothing with my salty tears staining them.

                                                                  ~THE NEXT DAY~

      "Dan?" a womanly voice called, as I got up out of my chair and into the room of the head director of the hospital. I was called in this morning for something, and a bit of anxiety has been floating around in my body, as I was thinking that he had saw something about Phil and I.

     " Okay Dan, I brought you in here today to talk to you about your release date?"