Hello stranger. ⇝ Phan

3.9

-He's up.-I heard a feminine voice alert, as I opened my eyes. I was in a very familiar small room, illuminated only by one small lamp. Although there were two people in the room apart from me, I could only see their dark shadows.

My heart started beating faster than ever, my guts closed, tears running down my face. There was fabric on my mouth, tied to the back of my head, so I couldn't speak. My hands and feet were tied to the only chair in the room.

-Hi, son.- One of the shadows moved closer to the lamp that illuminated my tied body.-Did you miss me?-His face got really close to mine. I hadn't seen my father for a bit longer than a year, when my mother, brother and I moved away from him. I was not expecting our next encounter to be in the old basement, when he kidnapped me with the help of my psycho ex-girlfriend.-Jane, untie his mouth.

-Anything for you, daddy.-She naughtily smiled at him and I threw up on my mouth. Daddy? Really? Could you make this any more disturbing?

She untied my mouth, but I kept silent. I wasn't crying anymore, I was staring at my father as he smiled.

-So?- he asked.

-What the fuck are you doing? What do you even want from me?

-Wow, can't a father have some good time with his son without being accused of second intentions?

-Not if he kidnaps his son.

-Don't see this as a kidnaping, see it as a surprise visit you're making me.

-Then why am I tied to a chair in your basement?

-You got me.-He walked away and disappeared in the dark, a few seconds later, a bigger light was turned on and I closed my eyes, in pain.-You see, Philip... A little bird told me you were having a relationship with another guy?

-Woah, is that little bird's name Janine or Martyn?

-Do you really think your brother would ever talk to me?- He laughed for a second, but then his face became full of anger and hate.-None of it matters. It doesn't matter who told me, it doesn't fucking matter how you got here. What matters is I will NOT accept a faggot under my name. Until you're not married to a female, you will NOT do anything I don't consent to.

-I do not live under your roof. You were never really there for me, and yet you still think you have the right to choose who I do or don't love? You do not. Now, how about you let me go, never get near me again and I don't contact the police?

-That's a really good idea!- he smiled.- But I think I have an even better one... He took my phone out of his front pocket.-How about we get rid of that little faggot just like they did in the old days?-He said, as Janine handed him a gun.

-You wouldn't.

-Or would I?

He unlocked my phone and began looking through my contacts.

-Abbey, Alex, Amelia, Andrew, Barbara, Breland, Benjamin, Charles,- He started reading the names out loud.-Chris, Clarissa, Dakota...-He stopped for a second and smiled.-Dan.

-He won't answer, he is mad at me. Don't call.

-Oh, really? Well, we'll see that.- He said, as he dialed Dan's number.

Two beeps later, he picked up.
"what is wrong? You never call, you despise phone calls."

-Don't you think that was a bit rude, Philly? He didn't even say hi.

-HANG UP RIGHT NOW.-I yelled and my father laughed

"Phil? What the fuck? Is this a prank? Who is there?"

-Oh no, Daniel, this is no prank... Hi, by the way! This is Mark Lester, Phil's father.

"Uhm, okay?" He stayed silent for a second. "And what do you want from me, Mark Lester, Phil's father?"

-You are funny, Daniel. I'd hate to kill you.- he laughed.-If you're not here in 20 minutes, we're gonna end your so loved Phil.

-DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, DAN, I WILL BE FINE, IT'S JUST MY DAD AND MY STUPID EX GIRLFRIEND, DON'T COME, IT'S A TRAP, THEY'D NEVER HARM ME.-I yelled, so Dan could hear it.

-Do not underestimate me, son. I could do anything.-He got near me, and took an army knife out of his pocket.-I am fucking insane.-He said, as he slit open a huge cut on my neck.

  I screamed in pain, and held the cut place as blood ran all over my body.

"WHAT WAS THAT? PHIL? ARE YOU OKAY?"

-You know where we are, I'm sure Phil's showed you his old house. You've got 19 minutes. And counting down.