Dan POV
Suddenly there's a banging at the door, as if someone was trying to break in.
Phil wakes up almost immediately after me, his body cold, and trembling.
He looks up at me, and I can see the fear in his eyes.Phil : "Please don't let him in!"
The banging and shouting, become
screaming and smashing.
We crept down the stairs, looking for a way out.
The sound becomes louder, and the door begins to bow; the hinges at breaking point.Phil : "I know where we can hide."
He tugs me by my sleeve, trying to my make me follow but I stop.
Phil :" Dan! Please! We need to go!"
"No! I'm going to face him! He can't treat you this way! It's not right!"
Phil :" He won't listen! He'll just kill you! Like he killed my mum!"
With that I froze, sheer terror causing through my veins.
The murderer that killed Phil'd mum is surely going to kill us both.
You can hear the hinges snap,qand the door crack.
It's only a matter of time before he's splits to door into pieces, and worse still...Us.
We run back upstairs. The attic door slightly open, with the rope handle hanging down.
Phil : " quickly! Climb up! He won't find you up there!"
Dan : "I can't leave you down there with him!"
Tears are welling up in my eyes, and my vision is misty.
Then the door finally gives and topples onto the floor.
Phil turns then looked back at my trembling.
Then he pushes me up, and locks the latch with a padlock.Phil POV
I went to my bedroom, and braced myself for what was coming next.
The heavy steps of my farther thud of the stairs.
Clenching my fists and gritting my teeth, I sit there in sheer terror waiting for him to find me.
My bedroom doorknob slowly turns, then suddenly the door bursts open to reveal my furious dad.Dad : " why the fuck aren't you in school!!!"
Phil : "I-I felt ill."
Dad : " BULLSHIT WERE IS HE!"
Phil : " who."
He grabs my by my collar and smacks my against the wall.
And glares in to my eyes.Dad : " Don't act like you don't know. You know who I mean. Your faggot friend!!"
From out of nowhere his fist connects with my jaw, and I cry out in pain.
Dad : " I said where is he!!!"
Phil : " he's not here he's at school! Like I told you I came back because I was ill! I swear." (Sobbing)
Dad : " swear on what?! Your mum's life!? You should of done that before she died!"
The burning in my jaw spreads as he starts to repeatedly pound me into the ground.
Dad : " I think you've learnt your lesson now?! hmmm?!
He lets go of me and stomps downstairs.
