Open Eyes (Phan)

Fifteen

Dan

I was walking home now. Phil had dropped me off a block away. I knew he was confused. I just told him that I didn't want my step Dad to know that I hadn't been in school.

I had spent several hours with Phil. We played board games and watched television. Phil kept talking. He talked about a lot of things, like how he was going back to Manchester for Christmas. He talked about how much he missed his family. I said I missed mine too.

And that was the truth.

I walked up the front porch steps, my heart pounding in my chest, threatening to break through my rib cage. I tried to calm my breathing.

The door handle was really cold. I guess I'd gotten used to holding Phil's warm hands.

I turned the handle and pushed open the door. I stepped inside the dimly lit house. I could hear the television in the living room, and see its light flickering on the walls.

But my step Dad wasn't in the living room.

He was in the kitchen.

I found out the hard way when I tried to sneak past and make a beeline for my room. But when I rounded the corner, he was standing by the refrigerator. He had a fresh, cold beer in his hand.

And he was staring right at me.

Cold rage filled his gaze.

I felt my body freeze and my legs turned to mush. Every ounce of my being screamed at me to run. But I couldn't move.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked. His voice was deadly calm, but it made my nerves go into hyper mode.

"T-to my r-room," I answered, so quietly I could barely hear my own voice. But somehow, he heard me.

"I don't think so."

The world seemed to slow down as I watched him lunge at me. In slow motion, the cold beer in his hand came crashing down on my head as his pudgy hand pushed me back. The moment the frosty glass made contact with my scalp, reality rushed back to slap me in the face.

I heard the glass shatter before I felt it. It sounded like a million crystals hitting solid ground. It sounded like snowflakes being ripped in half.

And then, like a speeding train, the pain hit me with full force.

I screamed.

It felt as if a million tiny daggers were being driven into my head; like nails were being pounded into my skull. What made it worse was the alcohol.

The liquid made the intense stinging burn like a thousand suns.

My back hit the wall. Suddenly he was on top of me.

His knuckles slammed into my jaw bone so many times I lost count. The entire side of my face went numb as each hit reverberated across my face.

I wanted to die.

This is what you deserve
You piece of worthless shit
Coward
Wreck
Freak
Kill your self

The voices screamed just as loudly as the pain did. Agony blossomed over my entire body.

He slammed my head into the wall.

Everything went black.

AN thingy

It's short and shitty. I know.

I'm re watching Game Of Thrones. And one of my favorite characters just died and I sobbed for like fifteen minutes.

Help me.

The next chapter will be longer. And better. Most likely. Probably. Maybe? Idk.