[COMPLETED] soft boy//phan (1)

Eight

phil

it was all such a flashback, the blood, the pleading to stop and the hard sounds of feet and hands hitting his bones. it seemed so unreal and i finally got the courage to stop it.

and now, i was sat beside an unconscious dan with a broken rib and arm. words couldn't even try to express how broken, nervous, and emotionally unstable i was at this moment. no, i didn't care much for this boy but i was the only person here who was going to look after him.

and then when he woke up i would leave and never see him again because i will switch my classes so i won't have to run into him ever again. and then i would go back to being friends with tanner and carson, it's all going to go back to normal.

but then my thoughts were back on dan and the situation he was in, the money for this was going to cost a lot for his family and the pressure that would be on them would be too powerful. fuck, what was i going to tell his parents when they got here, they would ask so many questions and i would have to lie to keep my friends safe.

i was wrong about not stopping it sooner, i should have warned him, for mine and my friends sake. i should have had him stay away. by now i was a nervous shaking mess, i didn't know what was coming up in my near future, i could be going to jail for just watching if his parents were that crazy to send me away.

i either wanted myself to be gone or for dan to just disappear. he's made my life a nervous wreck ever since i met him and i can't believe that he actually had the fucking nerve to kiss me. it was me for god's sake. and i wasn't gay, not even the slightest. i know i like girls and that will always be my intention to fuck.

but god damn his lips were just like a girls, the shape and the color, no wonder he wanted to be a girl so badly. it's because he's too much like one. there was a slight knock on the door which made my head sit up from the thought i was having.

a girl, with pale skin and her brown hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, walked into the room and her eyes right away landed on me. "who are you?" she asked as she approached. i gulped, "i'm the one that brought him in here."

"and what happened to him that he needed to be brought here?" she asked as she kneeled down and stroked his brown hair that was in all places. i didn't respond at first until she shot me a look, a deadly look that said she could kill me in an instant.

"he got into a fight." i half lied.

she froze, shook her head, "no, you're lying, that's not something my daniel would do."

so that's what his full name was. daniel howell. i wanted to be honest with her but i know what is gonna happen if she knows the full truth.

i took a big breath and decided to bend the truth.. a little bit, "he picked me up because we were going to my friends' house and they were planning to fight him for some reason that i didn't know, i didn't know they were gonna do this at all and then when i tried to stop them i was held back." i lied.

her expression her eyes made looked like she didn't believe me but she sighed and looked away. "who are you anyways? daniel never mentioned a friend to me." she said.

"i'm phil lester, i just moved into the neighborhood a few weeks ago." i told her.

her eyes went wide for a second but she smiled slightly at me, "thank you for looking after my son. i still can't wrap my head around the thought of this happening to him. why did they do it exactly?"

at this i swallowed hard, i could not tell her the truth because she would then want to talk to carson and then he would be mad at me, and i know what he does to people if they really piss him off. "i don't know." was all i said.

she furrowed her eyebrows at me and rested a hand on the wall behind me so she could sternly look at me. i was actually scared by this woman. "i know when people lie to me and I know you're doing it right now. tell me what all happened and the damn truth."

"i took his bag, with all his art supplies and i put it back at his locker at the end of the day. dan thought my friend had his backpack so they argued and that's what lead to him getting beat up."

she stood back up and placed her hands on her hips, "i told that boy to get rid of all those things.." she whispered to herself but loud enough for me to hear.

"why? he should be allowed to draw?" i defended him, once again. why was I defending him?

"he wants a career in arts school but i didn't think it was a good idea. i want him to strive for something more manly, get more money and quit with this girly getup he's doing." she confessed.

i was curious because i didn't know who dan's father was. i wanted to get to know more about his past life as it seemed interesting already enough. and yet, i still wanted to be far away from him as possible. this was all going to be an emotional rollercoaster.