Things Change

Chapter 18

*4 years later*

"Come on Dan, let's get going. We have a long drive to London. I'm so happy we get to live with each other." Phil yells from across the house.

"Just a minute!" I yell back.

Phil's mum looks at me as a grab the last box

"Dan, I am so honored to have you in my life. These past four years have made Phil so happy and I can see a very clear difference in you as well." She explains. "Treat Phil well and come visit us when you can."

"I promise I will and thank you so much for everything, I haven't felt this happy since I was a toddler." I set down the box and pull her into a hug.

"DAN, HURRY UP!" Phil yells louder.

"CALM DOWN, I'M COMING!" I yell back. "Well, see you during Christmas." I wave and grab the box.

I walk to the car and place it in the trunk. I sat in the passenger seat as Phil insisted on driving. We start driving, I close my eyes and lean back, I feel the car turn but, don't think much of it until we stop. I open my eyes and see that Phil stopped in front of a house. My old house. The one I was tortured in.

"Phil, why are we here?" I ask

"Look at it." He says.

I hadn't seen this for the past four years. The paint on the house wasn't chipped, the grass was taken care of, and a nice car was parked in front. It was weird to see this place look so nice.

"Woah, its so different." I whisper

"I met the people that live there, I told them about you and they were shocked. Anyway, I thought you might want to see it, one last time." Phil explained.

"Thank you, it looks so amazing." I say while nodding.

I stare at the grey house. After a few minutes we begin driving, I stare out my window. A single person had changed my life so much. He got my horrible parents thrown in jail, he helped me make friends. Ethan and Tyler became close friends, along with Jack and his boyfriend Mark. They went to different places when we graduated. Phil helped me get over my mental disorders which are so much better now. I am a lot healthier, mental and psychically. Lots of the cuts and bruises on my body have healed and I put on a bit more weight which made me feel so much better. Nobody bullied me again. I was treated equally. Now here I am. In a car with the love of my life, driving to London where we are going to live together. I feel so happy and I am the luckiest person alive. Thank you and goodbye.

Authors Note
Aww, I'm kinda sad this is over. This was so fun to write but, if I keep going, I risk losing creativity and abandoning the story, like with my last one. I am sorry for doing this to you but, you can look forward to a new story soon. Anyway, thank you for reading this cluster fuck of a story and I will see you later.