The single dad || phan

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Phil's POV

It was dark and cold. And so quiet.

Underneath me is a single thin yellow blanket. Surrounding me was a lot of cleaning equipment.

Then he walked in. A tall muscular body walked over to me, the look of disgust plastered on his face. Then he kicked me. Again. And again. And again.

I bit my lip, which started to bleed, to stop myself from crying. If I cried he would only do it more.

He reached down and grabbed me by my collar and pulled me up. He backed me up into the corner, so I couldn't run away. Not like I'd be able to. I was frozen in fear.

"Who are you?" He asked me, a low tone in his voice.

"Phil" I mumbled.

"Don't mumble!" He shouted. "What's your full name?"

"Phillip Michael Lester..." I said shakily.

Then he punched me in my face.

"You ain't no Lester. You ain't my son" he justified. "So, again, what's your name? The one on that birth certificate of yours"

"But..." I started.

"Just say it!"

"Phillip Michael Lester" then he punched me again. Punches my head this time. Then my stomach. I fell down with the pain. Then he dragged me up again and dragged me to the closest mirror.

"You see that? Huh. That's you. You are fat. You are ugly. You are worthless. No one will ever want you. Give up trying. You little fag. You should be more like Martyn. He's a good boy. He's my son. You aren't. Got it?" I nodded.

"I don't think you do" then he pushed me into the mirror and held my shoulders down. I saw my mum sat on the chair in the living room just not noticing what was happening right in front of her. I wished that maybe she would intervene or stop him. But she never did. Ever.

My dad slammed my head against the mirror repeatedly and eventually I blacked out.

I woke up from my dream. I was in the hospital and I suddenly remembered why. I got stabbed and hit over the head. I tried to move my leg then I remembered what the doctor told me. I was paralysed from the waist down.

I saw Dan on the chair next to me asleep. Lucy wasn't here anymore. Neither was Dylan. Just Dan. My beautiful husband. I reached over to hold his hand. I missed him. I missed his smile.

He woke up and looked at me and smiled. "Hey"

"Hey, how you doing?" I asked.

"I'm okay, a little tired, but okay, how are you holding up?"

"Well my, Urm... this area... that I totally know what it's called, hurts jut a little and by a little I mean a lot coz ouch" I laughed, and so did Dan. It was nice to see and hear him smile even just for a second.

"That's your abdomen, you spork" he laughed again.

I loved it when he gave me insults that would never in a million years offend me and he knew that.

"When do my wheels arrive?" I asked.

"They are literally over there" he answered. I looked, and there was in fact a wheelchair that was blue. It didn't look that comfortable but I had to live with it I guess. Better to have something than nothing.

"Oh yeah, also where's Lucy?" I asked.

"She asked me to go to a party this morning and I said she could and she wanted to stay here but I told her to go so she had some fun, was that the right thing to do?"

"Yeah, but she never goes to parties, like ever... did she say why she's going?"

Dan laughed. "to be Dylan's wingwoman in her own words"

"You know I'm really jealous of their friendship. You know coz I never had that, or a friend quite frankly, other than PJ of course but that was when I was an adult it doesn't feel the same. I'm assuming anyway"

"I've never had a best friend, like ever, like I have Louise who I'm really close to but she isn't my best friend"

"We are best friends, granted we are also husbands but still you are my best friend"

"And you are mine" he smiled.

Then we talked for a while.