Abused met Confused (dan howell and Phil lester phanfiction)

chapter 1

(A/N) I am not Dan or Phil and I do not know what their childhood was like but for the stake of the story, I needed their lives to be rough.

Dan's P. O. V.

"You stupid shit-head!" My dad yelled, slurring his words as he stumbled closer. I cowered underneath the kitchen table and brought my knees to my torso. I buried my sweaty face into my chest, sinking as close as I can to the wall. Ever since my mom left, my dad hasn't been able to control himself, drinking purely to get drunk. I remember how nice he used to be, he used to take me and my mom to the circus or help me with my homework, but all that has changed.

First off, he got fired. His boss worked him to the bone, and when he could do no more, my dad finally stood up for himself.

That turned out to be a mistake. Instead of getting more daysoff, he got every day off, if you know what I mean.

And secondly, as I mentioned before, my mom left. "Daniel, if you know what's good for you, you'll leave with me." She whispered into my ear the night she left.

"But mommy, what about daddy?" I muttered, still half-asleep.

"He's-well, that's up to him if he wants to pick himself up. But their is still hope for you, my darling."

I loved my mom, but being 7 I didn't really understand that when she meant leaving, she meant never coming back. "No mommy, daddy needs me, he needs someone to love."

"Very well," she sighed. "It's not my decision to make. I love you, you know? And if you ever need me, wish really hard and ill come running." She kissed my cheek softly before taking the family car and driving away to god-knows-where.

I have tried many times to get her to come home, but she never has.

But I still keep on wishing. Especially on cold nights, filled with hot punches and salty tears.

I come out of my flashbacks to see my fathers face, once so caring, now looking ragged, looking at me.

"Oh, come out, you coward and take what you deserve!" He boomed. I slowly crawl out from beneath the table, but before I can rise to my feet, a hard blow connects my face to the floor. I stand shakily and brave myself for another hit. I realize that my eyes are shut tight, so I slowly open them. What I find in front of me is a passed out man and a broken beer bottle. I sigh, and walk to the kitchen to get the dirty broom, which is hardly used any more but I try to clean up as much as I can.

It's what my mom would have done.

After I clean up the broken glass I head upstairs into my room to finish putting my new (donated by my teacher from last year) school supplies into my book bag. Yes, tomorrow is the first day of fourth grade, but that doesn't really matter.

My dad says I won't even amount to anything anyway.

I crawl into my hand-me-down bed and look up at the ceiling. Life isn't going to get better any time soon, I am sure. But I can always hope. I fall into a troubled sleep, and dream about my mother.

I should have left when I had the chance.

(A/N) Okay so this is the first chapter! Phil will come in next chapter, and Ill soon start switching P.O.V. Dan needed a whole chapter because his background is a little more severe. vote-comment-share? Next chapter will be up soon! (at least before dans vegas video :) end of 9A/N)