Another way (phan)

Chapter 23

~Dan's pov~
I watched as Phil's horrid mother left the house. Phil stormed up the stairs and slammed the door to our shared room, it wasn't as bad as when she slammed the door though. When Phil did it, it was like when you're so angry that when you try to normally close a door it slams, not because of wind, but because of the force you have on the door. The door didn't pop off the hinges, it just made a loud slamming sound.

I looked over to Phil's dad.
"I'm going to go get groceries,you know to get out of the house for a bit. Anything you need?" He said in the lowest, quietest voice ever.
"No, I'm good. Thank you though." I didn't blame him for wanting to get out of the house, I would if I could, too. Taking care of Phil is more important to me than getting out of the house.

While walking up the stairs I heard Phil's voice. I couldn't really make out what he was saying, as the door to our bedroom was closed, causing his words to be muffled. Once I made it up the stairs, I opened the door a crack and saw a small camera balancing on the top of his laptop.

~Phil's pov~

I placed the black and white camera on the top of my laptop. I turned the camera on and began talking. To my self or someone else I don't know. I'm not sure if I ever will. But at the time, I wasn't worried about that. I was more worried about getting out all of my feelings. At the time, there wasn't anywhere to upload it, so I guess I'd just keep it. Little did I know that in the future this would be my career.

I wrapped up what I was saying. At this point, my eyes had pretty much created an ocean. I turned off the camera and closed the laptop. I heard a slight creak of the door, but I knew it was Dan so I didn't bother to turn and look.
"How long have you been standing there, you know, outside the door." I asked wiping the tears for my face, as if he wouldn't have done it for me.

"All I heard was when your mom stormed out to the end. Phil, who were you talking to?" He asked this the politest way possible, but that didn't stop me from implying that he was asking me if I were crazy. Dan was still standing in the door way. I looked at him and my eyes filled with tears. I sobbed like a baby while Dan looked at me with a pitiful look on his face. He rushed over to me and say of the bed beside me. I placed my head on his shoulder and let the tears.

Although I was wailing on his shoulder, he asked me the dreaded question. "Phil, who were you talking to."

"I don't know. I just wanted to get out all of my feelings."