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10.

-phil-

the bus stopped at dan's house. i was crying, but by the time i reached his house, i had wiped most of the tears away.

i opened the door to his house, facing my mom talking with dan's mom.

"phil!" my mom turned around. my mom ran over to me and cupped my face with her hands. "phil, honey, are you okay?" she petted my hair as i sniffled.

dan's mom faced me. "phil. i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to send you out there to find dan."

"you didn't send me. i sent myself. i thought he would change." i looked down. the door behind me opened, and i was flung forward.

"honey, are you okay?" my mom ran over to me. i was laying on the stairs, my hand on my head.

as the mysterious perpetrator closed the door, i figured out who it was. adrian, dan's younger brother. he looked much like dan, but younger.

"adrian. is dan coming home?" mrs. howell asked.

"probably not. but, i don't really give a shit. he hasn't been there for my life, so why should i be there for his?"

"language!" mrs. howell yelled, watching adrian slowly walk away. she then turned her head towards me and ran over to me.

"phil, i am so sorry i let you go. i should've been a better mother and went myself to find my own baby boy."

i nodded. "i'm sure he'll come back," i said, turning my gaze to the door.

but i don't think he would.

a/n: i mite switch to first person because it easier to write :)