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Phil doubled over in pain, quickly straightening up. He remembered his mum only hitting him harder if he showed any pain. He took deep breaths and coughed a few times.

"You're new, huh?" Dobrik asked.

"Yeah." Phil answered shortly.

"Would you like to meet the welcoming committee?" David asked sweetly.

Phil smiled. "I'd like that, yes."

"Meet lefty." David mumbled before punching Phil's cheek with his left had. "And righty." he punched Phil's other cheek with his right hand.

David was really mad. Who knows why, honestly. But he just was. And he was taking it all out on Phil Lester. He beat him up bad that day. It seemed to go on forever. Phil missed his stop, having to wait for the driver to circle around. He got home and used the backdoor in order to avoid the questioning of his his mother. He went upstairs immediately and cleaned up. His face was covered in blood, some spots already purpling. He went back to his room and changed out of his shirt before going down stairs.

"Where've you been?" Diane said as soon as her son entered the kitchen. "I told you I needed help here. I can't unpack all of this by my self."

There were piles and piles of boxes scattered in the kitchen. "Yeah, sorry mum. I missed my stop." Phil said, opening one of the boxes.

"What's that?" Diane said, signaling towards the bruise on Phil's cheek. She never hit his face. It would give off a clue of what was actually going on at home.

"I ran into a door." Phil mumbled.

"Are you fighting kids at school?" Diane questioned. "You better not be hitting other kids."

"I'm not mum. Trust me, I'm not hitting other kids." Phil said. The last thing he was going to do was admit he was beat up on the first day of school.

Diane eyed him, but didn't push. "If any of this gets out, you're dead. Last thing I need is a bad reputation in a new neighborhood."