Together is enough // phanfiction

Part 11

Phil

"I don't know how you can live with yourself!" was the last thing his dad yelled at him before he gave Phil the chance to run up the stairs. In the bathroom Phil examined his back in the mirror, his eyes red from crying. Five red stripes ran across his back. At the places where the buckle hit, it was bleeding slightly. 

Phil grabbed a washcloth and ran it under water. Stretching his arm around his body he tried to reach the wounds on his back. He winched at the pain when he tried to wipe away the blood, tears filling his eyes. He knew that his wasn't able to reach al of the wounds, he needed help.

Slowly Phil opened the bathroom door, looking into the hall, making sure his dad was not upstairs. He walked out, straight to his parent's bedroom. He knew his mom was in there, she was always in there when this happened. 

"Mom?" Phil's voice was soft and rough from crying. He knocked on the door. "Mom please, I need your help." Silence. Phil knocked again. "Mom..." His voice cracked. "Mom please." he pleaded through his tears. Silence. Phil waited a few more seconds. While sobbing he turned around, back to the bathroom. 

He stopped when he heard the door handle behind him. When he turned around he saw his mom standing there, a first aid kit in her hands. Her eyes were red as well. "Go ahead." she gestured towards the bathroom. Phil just nodded and did as she said.

In the bathroom he leaned over the sink, lowering his back so his mom could reach it. She grabbed some stuff out of the kit and started dabbing a cloth on his back. "This is gonna hurt." she whispered. Phil felt a cold liquid being rubbed on his back, stinging immensely in his wounds. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small groan in pain. 

His mom kept cleaning his back for a few minutes before she backed up. She cleaned up the supplies she used and walked out of the door, leaving Phil, still bend over. He wasn't crying anymore, just breathing heavily. He got up, looking at himself in the mirror. He hated what he saw. He hated his face, his hair, his body. His dad was right, he was weak. 

Dan

The next morning Dan was standing in front of his mirror, his fingers running over his stomach. The previously purple parts had now turned a green yellow kinda color. It already hurt a lot less than it did before. He could only feel it when pressure was applied. Carefully he slid a black         t-shirt over his head. He decided he was gonna look good today. He actually put effort into his hair for once, he put on a little bit of perfume and he put in his black earrings. "Today is gonna be a good day." he whispered to himself in the mirror. 

"Is that so?" he heard his mom say. He turned around to see her standing in the doorway. She smiled at him. "You look nice!" "Thanks." Dan grinned. 

"Is there a special occasion that I missed?" "No..." Dan fixed his hair once more. "Just... felt like looking nice today." "Well, you succeeded." His mom walked towards him and hugged him from behind. "Thanks mom, but I didn't really do it for you." Dan smiled while hugging her back. His mom pulled back and turned him around to look him in the eye. "For who did you do it then?" she squinted her eyes. Dan shrugged, "no one." he winked at her and walked past her out the door. 

"Dan! Do you have a boyfriend?!" She walked after him with excitement. "What? No mom, just... he's just a guy." Dan walked down the stairs, his mom still following him. "Just a guy that you're dressing up for. I haven't seen you wearing earrings since..." she swallowed her words, her face turning regretful. Dan stood still for a second and turned around to her. "Since Spencer." he said while nodding. "Right..." his mom smiled again, but it was a sad smile. "Well, I think you look dashing."

They stood there for a few seconds in silence. "Well..." his mom clasped her hands together. "don't forget, tomorrow it's Friday and I have to leave for my course." she walks past Dan, into the kitchen. Dan sighs. "Do you have to go?" "Yeah sweetie, I'm sorry, the owner of the restaurant ordered all staff of the kitchen to go." The breakfast bar was already set, and a plate of pancakes was placed in the middle. Dan sat down put a pancake on his plate. "But I don't want you to leave."

His mom sat down in front of him. "Dan.. a guy your age should be excited for a weekend home alone. Throw a secret party, get drunk, throw up in the backyard." Dan looked at his mom confused. "You want me to throw up in the backyard?" She giggled, "No, I just mean... do something fun. You're almost eighteen, you should be having the time of your life." She waved around with her hands. "Take a roadtrip, try weed for the first time, kiss a stranger." 

"What the hell are you on about?" Dan shook his head. "Honey, all I'm saying," his mom's face turned serious all of a sudden. "Don't just sit in your room all weekend, okay?" she put her hand open on the table for Dan to hold. "Just... go out and do something, please?" Dan hesitated for a second and then grabbed her hand. "I will, I promise." This made his mom smile again. "Good!" she exclaimed. 

"But, no secret sleepovers, I want to meet the boy before he sleeps here."  "Mom! Jeez!" Dan let go of her hand and shook his head. "Just saying..." she said with a big smile.