An Angel in Disguise//Phan

Chapter 4

Dans p.o.v

I stand there in shock and watch as Phil's dad walks up and grabs the collar of his shirt. He slams Phil against the wall and punches him in the stomach. The entire time yelling things like "stupid fag" I feel like I'm frozen, like a deer in headlights.

I snap out of it and sprint downstairs. I grab Phil's dad's arm as he's throwing another punch at Phil. He looks at me with a shocked expression. I have no idea what to do. Without thinking I throw a punch him square in the face.

He shoves me hard against the wall and pushes me to the ground. Then he opens the front door and throws me out.

"Say anything and I swear I will kill you and Phil. Now don't come back, Phil doesn't deserve to be happy," he pairs before slamming the door shut.

I get up as fast as I can and run to the door. I shake the door handle but it's locked. All I can hear is muffled sobs and whimpers.

"Open the door! Phil!" I yell.

"Phil! Please don't hurt him!" I can't think of anything else to do except yell. Then I remember the windows.

I go around the house and try to open every single window, but they're all locked. I have no way of helping Phil.

My heart has been completely shattered. First, I found out that Phil cuts, which is terrible. I never knew he was depressed enough to do this. He always acted so happy.

And now Phil's dad is beating him and I can't do anything to stop it. This is different from my gang beating him up. My gang doesn't hit him in his face, but Phil's dad was obviously punching him in the face.

I have no other choice, I have to leave. I'll come back first thing tomorrow morning.

Phil's p.o.v

My dad just snapped. After I went downstairs he just attacked me.

Now I'm on the floor, my dad has walked out. Something tells me he's not done. He's just pure evil, I don't want to think like that. I love him, when he's not trying to kill me. 

I can't believe Dan tried to stop him. No one has ever done something like that for me, not even my mum.

My dad walks back in with a knife. He also has a bottle of vodka. He takes a swig and sets the bottle on the floor.

Whenever my dad drinks he's the worst. Great. He's used a knife on me before, and I know this isn't good.

I'm laying on my side but my dad flips me over so I'm laying on my back. He undies my trousers and pulls them off.

Then he picks up the knife and just smiles. He starts the make cuts on the inside of my thighs. He's doing this because he knows it's gonna make it hard to sit down. After he's done and my thighs are covered in blood he get up. He grabs his bottle of vodka and stumbles upstairs.

After probably an hour I decide I should get up. I want to earn my thighs, to sleep in my bed, but most of all I want to cut.

I pull myself up on my hands and knees and crawl towards the stairs. I take my jeans and carry them with me.  I grab the railing and pull myself up and onto my feet. I almost fall over but I keep my balance.

After the long agonizing walk, or stumble, upstairs I'm finally in the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and pull off my boxers and shirt. After the water warms up I step inside. The water stings at first but soon starts to soothe my cuts. I grab the shampoo and massage it into my hair.

After I'm done with my shower I step out and grab my towel. I look at my face in the mirror. There's a pattern of bruises all over my face. My lip is cut and my eye that was healing from the last time he punched me is much worse. I dry off my body and carefully dry my legs. After that I search through the cabinets and find some bandages. I always have them just in case I need them. I take them out and carefully wrap them around my legs.