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Tell Me - Spencer Sutherland

Philly Boi's POV (also...TW; abuse I'll put little *** where it starts)

I was already mentally kicking myself in the ass for leaving Dan the way I did, and I've barely left his house. But I h a v e to leave. If I ever stayed somewhere without telling mum..it would be bad. I just worry about her..probably way too much- but I do worry about her.The whole drive home all I can think about are the two most important things to me: my mum and Dan.

Dan's going to be absolutely devastated when he wakes up so am I, I want nothing more than to be able to hold him in my arms again, but mum isnt going to go to sleep unless I'm in the house with her. I press my foot to the gas pedal harder, and speed the whole way home.

When I get there, the lights are on but the curtains are drawn. So I hurry up and get out of the car and rush inside to see my mum in fetal position on the couch. Staring at the TV screen that shows an episode of Family Guy.

I shut the door lightly, "its about time you showed up." She mutters and I automatically feel guilty. I knew I would- but not this much.

"I'm sorry..I just I got caught up after the game. I'm sorry mum." I say stepping closer to the couch.
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She stands up quickly, slaps me across my face and yells," A game I told you not to go to, Phillip! Why dont you ever listen to me?!" She moves away from me and I flinch slightly.

"What're you flinching for?! You act like I beat you or something!" She yells again and pushes my shoulder roughly. I step against the wall and she walks towards me with an intense glare in her eye.

"What?! What's your problem, Phil?! You can go out and get beat up by all those football players, but you can't handle a little discipline?!" She says punching my chest and my eyes start to burn.

What're you doing, Phil? Don't cry. You're going to make her feel guilty- this is your fault. Just take it for fucks sake.

My tears dry then quickly resurface as she pulls my arms forward and shoves me into the wall again.

"Why can't you ever just LISTEN to me, Phil?! Why cant you understand that I'm going this for YOU?!" She shouts and kicks at my shins, making my knees hit the ground.

You're fine Phil. This is your fault. If you didnt stay out late she wouldnt be like this.

"ANSWER ME! WHY DONT YOU LISTEN TO ME PHIL?! ARE YOU BETTER THAN ME?!" She screams and shoves my shoulder back, making me fall backwards and hit my head on the same table as last time.

"N-no m-ma'am! I'm n-not better tha-than you!" I stutter and kick myself mentally, and feel an, all to real, kick to my side.

I groan and pull myself into a ball, as she brings her foot to my back repeatedly.

It's not her fault
It's not her fault
It's not her fault
It's not her fault

After a few minutes, I get up and make a run to my room- tripping a few times- but finally making it to my room. Slamming the door behind me. I press my back against my side and wince at the pain, as she brings her fist down on the door many times screaming at me to open up.

It's not her fault, Phil. It's not her fault.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, to see a shattered screen.

"Fuck," I mutter, now I can't even text Dan and apologize.

The banging finally stopped and I heard footsteps walk down the hall, and once I hear her door slam shut- I stand up and limp to my bed. Pulling my shirt and pants off along the way.

I lay on my stomach, since that's the only thing not throbbing in pain, and I close my eyes tightly. Thinking about how the night went before this. Thinking about how beautiful Dan looked underneath me.

And just thinking about him, I smiled for the first time since I got home.

This is your fault Phil, but it was so fucking worth it.
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What does this story and my life have in common?

I have no idea where both of them are going.

Stay safe and have a good night/day 🖤