*phil's POV*
"hey phil? can i ask a favor?"
asked my mom of age 32..she had me at a fairly young age. i was a little aggravated already, as i was looking at my grades and saw that i'm failing geometry..great.
"yeah mom. what is it now?!?" i say a little more snarky than intended.
"well 1 please don't talk to me like that..but, i was wondering. have you talked to your dad recently?"
fuck
"not for a while..no.."
i say a with a lot of guilt hidden in the response.
*flashback*
"Philip Michael Lester!"
oh no
"Yes dad?"
my dad has always been very hostile, and he never really talked to me unless he wanted to yell at me.
"Get your ass out of bed! stop being so depressed all the time, seriously! it's getting old!"
he's ran upstairs and threw my door open. i screamed as he raised his hand up at me and went to hit me
"Stop! Stop it dad! You're drunk..!"
in the time passing between his starting point and my face he realized what he was about to do was wrong, but ever since that night, he hasn't stopped. he's actually beaten me quite a bit ever since that night.
*Flashback over*
"no mom, i don't really wanna talk to him anymore.." i say, with sadness and discomfort in my voice. I guess she understood as she just walked to my room and shut my door for me. it is going to be a very long night.
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The Man Who Can't Be Moved
Fanfictionafter several years of knowing phil, dan learned the real reason phil got under his skin so often *lowercase intended* *trigger warning: self harm, suicide, very smutty, mental hospitals*
