[COMPLETED] soft boy//phan (1)

Five

dan

as i got into my house i walked upstairs quickly, tossing my backpack on my bed and running into the bathroom to see how damaged my face was. and sure enough, it was a bloody mess.

my eyes started watering as i remembered the pain that was now shooting at me like fire. i grabbed a washcloth and drenched it with warm water, lightly scrubbing the blood that was starting to dry on my face.

i winced and made a noise when i touched the sore parts of my face, it hurt way too much that i had to throw down the towel in anger. looking back up at my face, i noticed three big bruises, above my eyebrow, under my swollen lip and on my cheek.

i started panicking, if my mum saw this she wouldn't leave me alone until i told her everything that happened, and i wasn't the kind of person to snitch on people unless it was something major. i ran into my mum's room and started digging through her makeup bag. she only used it when it was a special occasion and right now, it was urgent.

i grabbed a bottle of something that looked like the color of my skin and ran back into the bathroom. i opened it with shaky hands and dropping the cap, and applied some to my fingers. i applied as much as i needed to cover up the bruises.

it would have to work for now, until they would leave and everything would be back to normal. what was normal anyways? i picked the cap up from the floor and screwed it shut on the bottle.

i sighed as i looked down and noticed blood was on my clothes. i walked into my room and went into my small walk in closet, looking for something comfortable to wear. choosing a green button up shirt and blue shorts. i was too lazy to button my shirt so i just left it how it was, it was only me at home until nine o'clock so i had as much time as i wanted.

i went back to emotionless dan and walked back downstairs, pulling and tugging at my hair to try and hide myself. i didn't know why i did it, i've done it since i was five so i've just gotten attached.

i grabbed a box of cheez-it's and sat at the table, opening the box and staring blankly out the window. why was i the target at my school suddenly? i knew i must be in trouble now because i'm sure tomorrow carson's going to be telling everyone what he did and i'm gonna be the laughing stalk.

and that would be a bad thing also because school kinda just started and i'm sure it would still be a laughing matter by the time school ended, but thankfully everyone won't be laughing at it over summer; at least not to me. and yes, everyone will remember it but it would get old eventually.

i drummed my fingers on the table and chewed my bottom lip. i suddenly wasn't hungry, i never really was, and i just pushed the box away from me, slightly annoyed by it. i took a heavy and shaken breath as i looked over at the clock.

it wasn't even close until my mum got home from work, either slightly drunk or fully. she worked at a indoor pool at a hotel but she would eventually get chosen by a guy and get drunk and sleep with them sometimes. just what happened after myself dad left. he broke me and my mum.

i looked back down to the table, bored out of my mind and not knowing what to do. i eventually stood up and walked back upstairs and into my room, falling on the bed and falling fast asleep.

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when i woke up it was dark outside, at least hours before school started. or maybe it was just late at night and i only slept for a few hours. i stood up on still asleep legs and opened my bedroom door, hearing giggling from downstairs that was probably my mum.

as i went down there i noticed a big dark, scary and shady man that was having a drink with my mum. making her laugh of some sort. "you're home." i said, not looking at the clock.

"daniel how have - you -been?" she asked and slurred her words with hiccups.

i remembered the man in our house and started buttoning my shirt as i walked over to her, "mum i think you should go to bed." i said and tried to stand her up so i could walk her to bed.

"she's fine, kid." the man snapped and shot me a look that made me freeze.

i stepped up to him though, "you don't have any rights to be in this house, so if you could kindly leave and you could see her tomorrow, that'd be nice." i snapped and continued pulling her up.

"shut the hell up, boy." he said and stood, like it was supposed to frighten me.

and it did, but i stood my ground anyways. for mine and my mum's safety. "please just leave." i growled.

he finally snapped and grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought me close to his face, "who the fuck do you think you're talking to! i'll whoop your ass in seconds so don't test me!" he yelled and threw me aside before grabbing his keys and stomping out of the doorway.

i looked to my mum with the brink of tears in my eyes. i grabbed her arm and tugged her upstairs without exchanging any words and i closed her door, walking back to my room.

i laid back down on my bed and sobbed into the pillow. i have never been abused of that kind of contact before and it scared me too much i can't wrap my head around it.