The Cover Up (Phan)

Chapter 8

Phil (third person) POV

Suddenly, Phil's dreams transformed from Dan to something more dark

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT HIM FOR WHAT HE IS?" A female voice woke Phil up from his dark sleep. Suddenly he looked at his body figure and saw it was smaller. He stood up quickly, going into panic mode. As he looked in the bathroom mirror he noticed he was 13 again. His hair was longer and he was a lot shorter.

"BECAUSE THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I REFUSE TO HAVE A FAG LIVING IN IT!" A harsh male voice overpowered the female one. Phil recognized this voice, it was his father's. It sounded cold, heartless, and cruel. Phil felt his vision getting cloudy. He sat up in his bed and brought his knees up to his chest. Phil let out a few quiet sobs, hiding his face as he realized the night his mind had chosen to relive.

"BUT HE'S JUST A KID!" There was a louder female voice than the one previously. It was Phil's mother. "He's our kid." The voice became almost inaudible like a whisper.

In the back of Phil's mind, he knew what was going to happen. He wanted to run just so he didn't have to relive all the painful memories. However, his mind didn't control the young boy's body. Almost as if he wasn't himself, he couldn't move. It's like he was there at the moment, but not entirely. Yes, he could feel all the emotions that night gave him but he couldn't do anything to stop the event from happening. In other words, the memory was just playing back and Phil was experiencing once again every haunting moment of it.

"OH NO HES YOUR KID! I REFUSE TO BE A FAG'S FATHER! HE STOPPED BEING MY KID WHEN HE DECIDED TO EMBARRASS OUR WHOLE FAMILY! HE IS A DISGRACE TO US ALL!" Phil tried to control his sobs from getting louder by biting down on his tongue. He was petrified. As he heard more and more screaming, all his mind wanted to do is make it all stop. Suddenly all the pain and voices from these younger years came back to Phil.

Faggot! You are a disgrace to our whole family! How dare you embarrass me in from of the whole school?! You are worthless! You were a mistake your mother forced me to look after you, but honestly, I should have just run away from your useless ass!

All these voices playing back in young Phil's head belonged to his father. The quiet sobs became tiny short screams. Phil felt like he could not take this anymore. He started to tugg roughly on his own hair whilst letting out louder sobs and screams.

"NO! DON'T GO IN THERE!" His mother demanded.

Suddenly, the door flew open, causing a light breeze. As soon as Phil heard the door creak open, his eyes dialated with fear. His father moved closer to him, smelling of alcohol and tabacco.

He said a few hurtful things making Phil's sobs become loud and his tiny screaming, yelling causing his throat to feel rough. There was pain in left cheek, as his father had just hit him with all his strength across the face. He picked up Phil by his collar and threw him roughly on the cold floor.

"STOP IT, YOU ARE HURTING HIM!" His mother tried to intervine. She took Phil's father's fist to keep it from hitting her poor son. But instead it just hit her, hard. Causing her vision to become black. Then, she collapsed causing a loud sound.

"YOU'RE A MONSTER!" Phil said without thinking, whilst attempting to move closer to in unconsious mother. His father looked surprised that he would actually stand up for himself, which just made him angrier. Phil received a kick to the face making blood from his mouth to come out flying and landing on the floor. One last punch to the stomach....

Phil woke up, buckets of sweat running down his head.