Hush《D.H.+P.L.》

Fate Will Play Us Out

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When Phil got home, he didn't notice his father's car already parked in the driveway. He didn't notice the cold stare from the living room window. Therefore, when Phil went inside and his dad said his name, it scared the everliving shit out of him.

"Where the fucks were ya?" His father asked. Was he drunk? It wasn't like him to be midday drunk, so this worried Phil. Especially since he was really drunk. Phil learned his selective silence was a good thing in these situations. His father couldn't care less about what he had to say anyway.

"You weren't out getting...gay with that Howell boy, were you?" He asked in a serious tone. Phil rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Mmm'better not be." His father said. He suddenly smacked Phil, who gasped at the sudden pain. His glasses fell off his face and clattered to the ground. "Don't lie to me. I already know you're a faggot, admit it."

Phil was silent, and his father slapped him again. Tears formed in Phil's eyes as he stumbled back a couple of steps, but he remained silent and stared at the ground. "F-fine." His father said angrily. He slid his belt off and Phil's eyes widened. Panic and adrenaline rushed through the poor boy's veins. He shook his head and stumbled backwards, but his father grabbed his arm.

Hyperventilating, Phil watched his father wrap the belt around his hand. "Sickening fag," his father spat as he swung his leather belt so hard you could hear it whiz through the air. It hit Phil's cheek so hard he screamed, and that startled his father enough for Phil to get away from him. He left his glasses on the ground. He didn't need them anyway. His vision was fine without them as long as objects weren't ridiculous distances away. 

With tears falling from his eyes, Phil sniffled and sprinted away from his father. He ran out of the house, down the street, and towards a park. There was a medium sized patch of trees where Phil could hide and cry his heart out. He walked most of the way, sniffling and trying to calm down. He'd have pulled the hood of his jacket up to hide his face had he not left it at school.

He finally got to his destination and went deep into the patch of trees. No one went in there. There was a rumor it was haunted since there always seemed to be someone found dead or hanging from a tree there, but Phil never cared. He just wanted to be alone.

It's probably obvious by now that's not what happened. Nope, instead, Phil sat down, back against a tree. He was alone for a while, maybe twenty minutes. He started getting worked up again, dreading having to return to his father. Then, he hear footsteps.

He didn't care who it was. He was sure they'd realize that when they asked if he was okay and he didn't respond. He sniffled and hiccupped. God, he hated his father so much it hurt.

Phil was so anxious he was shaking. You'd have thought the poor boy was freezing which he was (he wore only a thin, long sleeved, blue shirt, and it was winter), but he didn't realize it. He was mostly shaking from adrenaline and fear, his cheek hurting like a mother f-

"Phil?" Came a soft voice. A voice so gentle it made Phil want to break apart and sob. He ignored it, praying whoever the kind person was would leave. He didn't want to be comforted right now. He just wanted to he sad and alone.

"Oh my god it's Phil! Look, now's the perfect time! Go!" Came a cheery female voice. Mia didn't seem to realize how upset Phil was like the first person.

"Wait a second, are you alright Phil?" Dan asked. Phil inhaled a shaky breath. Why the hell was Mia with Dan? He started to freak out, his anxiety at an all time high.

Phil stood up and started to walk away briskly. He looked at the ground. He wanted to sprint but could barely breathe as he dizzly walked trying to work through an anxiety attack at the same time. He told himself he needed to get away from them. He didn't need Dan's friends to have one more reason to tease him or hurt him.