Soft skies and Monotone mornings

.Chapter 3.

Phil's POV,

I stare at my poster covered wall, muse and My Chemical Romance Covering most of it. "PHIL" I hear my dad scream and my eyes widen. I refuse to say anything, to scared for words to be audible.

"PHIL, GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE NOW!" Dad Screams. I shake my head, this can't be happening, not again.

I slowly get off of my bed and head to my bedroom door opening it and running downstairs. The familiar smell of alcohol littered across the entire house.

My eyes widen at what I saw next. My Mum and dad, well Foster Parents, intoxicated with bottles of vodka in both of there hands, "Fuck sakes Phil! You could of come down quicker!" They scream at me and my hands started shaking..

"I-I'm s-" "Sorry isn't enough" my mum laughs maniacally an I cringed, knowing that this is going to be another beating. "Come here phil" my foster dad bickers but I shake my head.

"I said.. COME HERE!" He bellows. I quickly walk up to him, my head facing the floor. He slaps me across the cheek and my head shoots straight up, my cheek piercing started digging in my flesh as he hit my face.

My mum laughed as tears started brimming my eyes. "Look at me" he says and I kept my head down, he grabbed my face and made me look at him. "I Said look at me!" He hisses and I couldn't believe the adoption centre let them take me.

My mum slapped my back, the slap echoing around the house, the slap stinging slightly. "You fucking weakling, Crying over a fucking slap, well there's a lot more coming" my dad laughs before punching me in the stomach, my hand clutching my stomach as he pushed me on to The ground, my head bashing the table.

"I CANT BELIEVE WE FUCKING CHOSE YOU PUNK. YOUR UGLY AND WEAK, AND YOUR FUCKING  WORTHLESS!" My Dad Screams and I shake my head trying to get up but to no avail.

My mum took another large gulp of the alcohol before kicking me in the ribs, me gasping for air. "Ow" I whisper as sharp pains got sent to my chest.

I think my foster mums heel caught my scabbed over cuts as excruciating pain got sent straight to my wrist, me screaming. My mum and dad laughing at the pain there causing me.

"YOU WORTHLESS FUCKER" Dad screams as I grasp my wrist, Clutching it desperately. "UGH, I CANT BELIEVE WE CHOSE SUCH A FAGGOT LIKE YOU." Thy both scream as they kick and punch me.

My body feeling numb as they kept punching and kicking me, my only concern was my wrist, "AND YOUR GAY BOYFRIEND IS ALSO FUCKING USELESS," My Mum Screeches.

"DONT TALK ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND" I Scream, Defending him a tears escaped my eyes and onto the dirty floor. I got another slap across my face

"DO NOT TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT AND STOP FUCKING CRYING YOU WORTHLESS SHIT!" I hear someone scream but I couldn't tell if it was my mum or dad.

I started sobbing as they kept laying into me, screening, punching, kicking. "Ugh, I've had my fun, come on Gabriella." My dad said, feeling satisfied as he tugged my mum away from the mess called myself.

I was trying to get air into my lungs but that wasn't happening. "D-deep b-brea-ths" I take a long deep breath and eventually I could breath normally,

I winced as I stood up, the pain on my chest and legs could not be described. I tried moving but that didn't work. It just sent me straight back down.

"PHIL, GET US ANOTHER DRINK BEFORE I BEAT YOU AGAIN" My dad screams and I nod. Standing up again and holding onto the table as I looked through the fridge, my eyes only widening when I saw that there was no alcohol left.

"We are Out" I say loud enough for my foster parents to hear.
"WHAT YOU SAY," My mum screams and I start shaking again.

"WE ARE OUT" I shout to them and I fell down again, feeling to weak, but why do I feel to weak? I look down at my wrist and saw a pool of red soaked through the T-Shirt sleeve.

At that exact moment I saw a car pull over at my house, me seeing the person I didn't want to see at the minute.

"FUCK SAKE PHIL. YOUR TO FUKING USELESS TO GET BOOZE, GO AN GET SOME MORE NOW!" my dad screams as the front door opens, I saw my foster mum and dads eyes widen as they run quickly to the back door, my dad kicking me as they escaped.

I gasped and held where he kicked me. "Phil?" I hear an elegant yet scared voice question. "Phil Honey. Where are you" I hear him say again and I sob quietly.

I see him enter the kitchen. His eyes widen immediately as he saw the sight of me. "Phil, what happened" he whispers before running up towards me, seeing a girl standing at the door way to the kitchen, her mouth covered by her hands.

"Dan?"
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