Dan's P.O.V.
It's cold, I need to get home. The coffee didn't help much. I wonder if Phil wants to have a movie night?
Phil.
God, I love him so fucking much.
No, dan, you're straight.
No I am not. I love him.
You. Are. Straight.
I walked up to the door, took a deep breath, pushed those thoughts away, and unlocked the door.
"Hey Phil, want to-"
What I saw was NOT what I expected.
"What is she doing here?" I hate her so much. Why is she back?
"H-hi dan. Glad to see you are, erm, um ok?" Stop speaking right now no you are not "glad" to see me.
I turn on my heel, tears running down my face. I hear Phil yell "dan wait!"
But I ignore him.
God, I hate her so much!!! Why was he talking to that bastard of a mother??? I told him I never wanted to see her again!!! Why is she back?
I ran to "our bench" and sat down, head in my hands, crying. She never loved me, all she did was call me "faggot" and "unworthy bitch". Why is she back? Obviously not to apologize. She had 2 years to do that.
"Who are you talking about? Do you want to talk?" Fuck. Did I say thy out loud?
"Yes yes you did," the elder lady said. Fuck I did it again.
"M-my bastard of a m-mum, if I can even call her that, came back. Why did she come back? I hate her so much!!" Fuck this old lady I don't even know probably doesn't even care about my damn problems.
"Yes I actually do," the nice lady looked into my eyes and said, "do want to come and talk about it?"
"No, I just need to think through some things and get back home. Thanks anyways, I guess."
"No problem. Good luck!"
