I'm A Not Girl//PHAN

Chapter 10:

Phil's P.O.V
I stare in horror as Dawns eyes close and her body falls limp to Caspars punches. Fuck oh gosh. Shes passed out. How do I tell the workers. Crap.

"STOP!" I yell suddenly making Caspar and Ollie turn to face me with anger evident on their faces.

"I-i mean she's passed-d out already-y" I stutter nervously," She won't be able to feel a thing so we should do it when she can feel each burst of pain."

If I revealed that I hated to see such a beautiful broken boy be beaten to death I may as well have asked for a beating.

Grinning Capsar walks over to me his fists clench. My back presses against the wall as he comes nearer.

"Oi Lester" he spits pinning MW against the wall,"Remember what it was like before we found you...keep that attitude and you will be experiencing a little deja vu!"

Sighing he let's me down before nodding. "Fine we will leave but you sort her out lester!". Plastering a cold look on my face I nod before watching them leave.

What were you thinking. They could have hurt you again. You put your neck on the line for one petty little tranny.

Sighing I crouch next to her with my head in my hands. What am I going to do. What am I going to SAY!

Just casually "oh yes lucy can you come and help me because I beat up your friend". How dumb do you think I am.

"Dawn!" I whisper poking her cheek. A warmth fills my body as I poke her again. No stop Phil. Not this again.

Come on just wake up. Fuck she will have so many bruises. Crap. Crawling to my feet I wander over to the trap door.

Making one last glance at the crumpled up girl in my 'den' I close the trapdoor and run out onto the grass. The sun seems blinding after having only fairy lights as what lights up my den.

Wiping my eyes roughly I bite my lip before making my way across the garden. Each step onto the grass reminds me of what I did.

Killing each blade on grass. Squashing each blade. Just like what I've just done to Dawn. No Phil stop thinking like this. If you carry on you will crumble again. Just stop already Phil.

*timeskip*

Weaving my way through squealing small children and what seems to be a food fight I mentally curse. I'm gonna have to help clean that up.

Its a known rule that the older kids have to clean up after meals if they want any pocket money and usually its okay but then you get odd days like this.

"Oh hello Phillip!" Chirps Melanie making me stumble a little,"We saved you some spaghetti and Dan some too...its in the microwave when you're hungry!"

Inhaling deeply I nod quickly. She looks at me a little curious before shaking it off and wandering back into the spaghetti Warfield.

I need to be quieter. Slowly I open the freezer before spotting a bag of ice. Crap I forgot my bag. Gonna have to take one for the team.

Sighing I put the ice under my shirt. Holy jesus on a boat. Crumpling up my face I begin to walk. Each step freezing my stomach a little more.

Water begins to leak through my shirt as I stumble down the garden path. Quickly I look behind me to make sure no one can see me before pulling the ice away from my stomach.

Gasping as the cold air hits my stomach which now has a slight blue tone I double over. Mouthing air like a fish for a few minutes I decide to just pause and adapt.

Rubbing my stomach to get it back to get a normal colour I begin to walk along to the wooden trapdoor.

Killing grass with each step again and again I begin to pick up my pace and take bigger strides. Not until I wipe my forehead do I realize I am sweating.

Wait why am I sweating. I'm only giving her ice. Nothing else. Alone in the den. No I'm not getting feeling for it. I barely even know her. And she's such a loser.

Thoughts whur through my head as I begin to crawl inside my den. "Dawn?" I half whisper half yell once my head once in the den. Nothing.

She's probably still passed out. Oh my gosh. She not meant to be gone this long right.

Crawling entirely into the den I stand up before brushing away any specks of dirt or other misselanious crap. "Dawn!" I say louder as I grip the ice tighter.

Confused I make another step forwards before i stop as a little squeak escapes from someone or thing.

Terrifyed I jump backwards and look onto the floor to see Dawn or more what's left of her small demeanor. Biting my lip I bend down cautiously ignoring her wince.

Her eyes are sweeled and a deep purple like many splotches on my face including some of dry and fresh blood. "I-i-i" I stutter but I can't seem to find any words. I cannot condemn any of this behavior.

All i feel is guilt. The heart wrenching pain of regret swelling inside your stomach until you can no longer breathe.Putting my head in my hands I sit down next to her.

"Don't hurt me again" she croaks beginning to try and sit up like me before groaning and collapsing back into the floor. As if she hasn't just fell she tried again before falling again.

A whine escapes her as she tried for the third time before falling even harder than before onto the floor. "Woah woah woah don't hurt yourself" I say panicking," Do you want any help!"

If looks could kill then I would be dead. Despite the color of her face was purple and red and you could barely make out her features I could see her glaring coldly into my eyes.

Any other person would be punched by now. They would learn not to look at me like that. But for some reason I don't act all tough instead I let my limbs go limp.

Looking down at the floor in shame? Wait why would I be ashamed. I have no reason to. Yes you do. No I don't. Sorry self conscience can you go away for another few years so I can get through life. Silently I pass Dawn the ice.

She stares in disgust before crumpling her face up and grasping her stomach. Glassy eyed she picks up the ice and lifts her jumper a little before placing the ice on it.

My eyes glance over at her stomach. Flat and tan with a slight tone of abs to it. No Phil don't. I look up to see Dawn looking at me and raising an eyebrow. Blushing I look away. Wait blushing.

Why would I blush. I dont even have a crush on her. Why would I like her. Imnotaweirdolikehertotally. oh yeah you tell yourself that. Not the time brain not the time.

"Its ironic for you to ask to help me now after they have done this" she whispers, " after YOUVE done this"

Are you Fricking kidding me. I go to scream her face or kick her just anything to release my pent up abger but instead I collapse down next to her laying on my back to look anywhere but her bruised face.

"I'm sorry okay" I whisper weakly," Maybe one day I'll tell you why this is happening but I am sorry and I don't hurt you again" Hesitant I rest my hand on the girl hand expecting her to move but instead she stayed and but her swollen lip.

"I dont know if I can trust you"

"I know"

"I'll try though" as she says the words a small smile lights up my face as I sit in the dim coloured light holding hands with Dan Howell.

Oops! Philly was checking out Danny woop woop!! and they had a mini heart to heart date wooooo *giving you that fan service* *wink*

-Chloe Is Not A Llama