Hate Into Love- A Pheacker Story

11- Philip and Eacker Time *wink*

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George crawled into bed about to kiss me but I quickly put my finger over his lips.

"You know what, George?" I started. "I think that we should get ready to go to the mall."

And with that being said I got up out of bed, put on the same clothes I had on the day before, put on my shoes, and grabbed my phone.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "We still have to drop by my house, I need to get some fresh clothes."

George's eyes were filled with hurt, betrayal, and lust.

He got up out of bed, he came over to me and whispered in my ear, "I am so gonna get you back for that."

After he said that, he put on a FOB tshirt with some blue skinny jeans.

He grabbed his phone, his car keys, and his wallet and then said, "Are you ready to go?"

I nodded and walked down the stairs with him.

He opened the front door for me and said, "Philips, first."

I nodded and to bowed to him saying, "Thank you my good sir."

We walked out of his house and into the car.

When we got into the car, I asked him a question I've been dying to know.

"Hey Georgie, baby? Where are your parents?"

I looked over at him to only see that he was tensing up.

He also looked like he was in the verge of tears.

"U-uh, m-my parents....d-died...when I-I-I was 12." He stuttered.

I rubbed his back then hugged him saying, "It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it."

He looked at me with teary eyes.

"N-No, you deserve to k-k-know."

He looked at me and started telling me about his life.

"You see, my dad used to beat the shit out of my mother, he would beat her if his favorite show didn't come on, if he got fired from his job, he even beat her when I got a B on my report card. When it was my birthday, my mom got me a lemon cake. Lemon cake is my favorite! But, my Dad don't approve so he punched then pushed my mother. Unfortunately, she had a knife on her hand. When she fell, she accidentally pushed the knife into her head. I looked at my dad horrified. He then ran upstairs to grab the gun. I heard two shots being fired. He shot him self twice. Once in the stomach, the next one in the head. I grabbed the house phone and dialed the polices number, 911. They came in about 15-20 minutes. Once they came, I told them everything. Like how my father beat the shit out of my mother. I went to go live with my Aunt but she committed suicide. I went to go live with my grandfather. He was 63 at the time. I worked hard on school and won a grand prize of $10,000,000. That was the prize money for the science fair. I won that. So I bought a house near here and started my life here. I'm so sorry for the way I used to treat you. I was just going through shit." Eacker paused for a moment. He looked up at me. I was silently sobbing at that story.
(DISCLAIMER: I'm not sure if anything I wrote is true, it's probably NEVER happened. Thanks for understanding!!)

He wiped away my tears and continued with the story.

"I've been looking for a special someone to help me through this bullshit. That's when I found you, Philip. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just love you so much."