Fix Me | Phan High School AU

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: There is only so long one can procrastinate.

Well you all have been wanting this so here, take it:

(also abuse trigger warning right here, if this could trigger you idk why you are even reading this story bc it was in the bio.)

Update: I wrote the A/N stared at my computer for a while, closed the computer and procrastinated some more. This is attempt two.

I have horrible writer's block.

I can already tell this chapter will probably be shortish. Like 900 words maybe? Maybe more maybe less?

I start school on Monday :/

Phil's POV: (This chapter will probably only be Phil's POV because nothing is happening with Dan.)

I winced as my dad slammed the door behind him, causing the whole house to quake.

"Phil!" he yelled out, his words slurring a bit.

"S-sir?" I responded shakily.

"Come fix dinner" (I wrote that as soon as my dad called me down for dinner, wow)

I let out a shaky sigh and left my room, heading downstairs.

My dad was standing at the bottom of the steps, his hair disheveled and his tie half undone. He had obviously stopped at the bar after work.

"Hurry up boy." He grunted, tossing his briefcase carelessly off to the side. I looked at the ground, hurrying off into the kitchen.

I needed something that would cook fast, because I knew that the longer it took him to get his food the angrier he would be.

After rummaging through the freezer for a moment, I found a frozen pizza that would only take 20 minutes.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, I popped it in the oven and set the timer.

As much as I wanted to leave, I knew that as soon as I tried to walk away I would be called back, so I resorted to leaning against the corner of the counter, trying to melt into the shadows.

I spent the twenty minutes of cooking silently praying that my dad wouldn't do anything. God seemed to be on my side seeing as the old man didn't so much as glance at me once.

The sudden beeping of the oven startled me, and I quickly pulled the pizza out.

"Hurry up." A deep voice grumbled as cut out a few slices and put them on a plate.

I brought the plate to the dinner table, sliding it in front of my dad.

He looked down at the table then back at me.

"Are you forgetting something?" He queried, raising his voice slightly.

I glanced around. My mind went blank as I tried to look for anything wrong. "Um..."

"My drink, boy!" a sharp pain exploded in my cheek as his hand flew out.

I bit my tounge, attempting to regain my composure. "Wh-what would you like?" my voice was shaky as tears began to prick my eyes.

"Something strong." He said simply, taking a bite of his food, nearly shoving the whole thing in his mouth. I nodded slightly, hurrying to the fridge.

The tips of my fingers brushed bottle after bottle, looking for something he would like. My gaze finally landed on one containing a clear liquid. Vodka was strong, wasn't it? I figured that a cup wouldn't be needed, so I just brought the whole bottle over.