stars//phan

chapter I

t r i g g e r i n g c h a p t e r
! warning !
sexual assault, violence, swearing

Phil woke up at 5am and as always he slowly changed his clothes hoping he won't wake up his parents. He carefully opened his drawer and put on his green hoodie inadvertently crushing the cup of coffee standing next to the bed.
Fuck.
Why was he so clumsy?
He picked up his backpack and started walking to the door, quickly opening the door.
How frightened he felt when he saw his mother standing right in front of them.
„Where are you going young man?" said Phil's mom blocking him the way out of his room.
„Good morning to you too" he said ironically trying to leave his room, without any result.
„Oh no, you're not going anywhere honey" she said curtly making him follow her to the living room.
As he walked down stairs he saw his father drinking coffee and reading some newspaper.
"He's probably proud again of some shit he did on the yesterday's ceremony" Phil thought sitting on the other side of a kitchen table.
"Good morning Philip" said Mr. Lester without even bothering to look at his son.
"Good Morning father" said Phil in the most emotionless way he could, nervously waiting till his mother is going to inform what he did wrong again and how disappointed she is with him.
"Okay, so Philip Michael Lester, we
need to talk" said his mother walking into the kitchen.
"I'm hungry, can i have some breakfast?" the boy asked without paying much attention to what she said.
"No, you can't have some breakfast" women angrily punched the table "you're going to sit here and finally listen to me for god's sake".
As she saw Phil wasn't going to say anything she spoke again:
"You have a serious problem. You're going to school only when you want, you're failing exams, you're rude to very important and nice people at the parties and spending all day in some stupid, dangerous woods. What happened to you? I don't recognize you anymore."
She dramatically wiped away a single tear falling down her cheek, trying to make the boy feel more guilty. Yeah right. like he gives a damn. He didn't care. He was a good person but if it was about his parents - he would do anything to make them loose their mind. They deserved much more than that. He could just ran away but no, he stayed and at the end of the day - he still was their son. He didn't want to but he was. And they could just fucking appreciate it. Just for once. But they didn't, because the name Lester was obligating to be the flawless, perfect kid. Being friends with only as reach and important people as his parents were and having the best grades in every single subject he had.
"What happened to me? You mean, what happened to this stupid little boy who was scared to be himself? Too frightened of people and the whole world because his parents made him this way? Too terrified to call the police when his dad was raping his mother?!"
And when he said that, this one sentence too far, the line has been crossed.
Mr. Lester rapidly stand up and punched Phil with his newspaper. He punched him so hardly and violently, Phil fell of his chair.
And his mom screamed. She started crying whispering to leave him alone.
But the man didn't listen. He told her to shut up.
"I'm going to give this dickhead a lesson!"
He lift the boy up and punched him in the arm with a paper. Later his fist land on Phil's face. He punched him that much the blood appeared. But he didn't stop. He punched him again. And again. Till he couldn't feel his fist. And when he was done he pulled him closer and said loudly:
"Listen you little shit! What me and your mother are doing is none of your fucking business. You better start studying or you'll stop getting money for your amazing, beautiful gay t shirts and we'll see what you'll do then. You're nothing, do you understand? Don't ever try to thing that you will be as important and great as our family is, because if your name wasn't Lester, you wouldn't even have a right to talk to us. You still shouldn't though. Oh i know. From now on if you want money, just take it, just don't make me talk to you or even look at you. You're not my son anymore. And if we'll go on some party you'll better be fucking smiling! Also...if you'll leave home again, never come back. We don't need you. Understand?"
Phil was struggling to say "no" but he was too tired, too scared of his parents to say it. So he spit out the blood from his crushed mouth and whispered "Y...Yes..."
"What was that? Speak louder for fuck's sake."
"Yes..."
Mr. Lester looked at his son the last time and let him stayed on the floor, laying and choking with his own blood and as the man walked away, Phil's mother kneeled beneath her son and whispered:
"I'm sorry honey, i'm so so sorry."
But Phil didn't listen. Before he fell asleep he had the strength to whisper:
"You're not my mom..."

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