Online Child (A Dil Howlter Phan Fiction) [Watty's 2015]

Chapter 2: My Childhood

Chapter 2: My Childhoold

Dil's P.O.V:

I look through the window with earphones on my ears, listening to Make You Love Me by Troye Sivan. As I watch each car passing by, I see Phil looking at both Dan and me. I don't call them 'dad' or 'daddy' or 'pa' because they're not my real parents. They don't mind it though, however they wish that I call them that... like when I was young.

5 YEARS AGO:

It was my birthday, well the day when I was adopted and I was 11 years old. This was the time when Dan and Phil decided to tell me the truth. They called me to the lounge room and told me to sit down. There, Phil and Dan held my hand and told me some truths about me.

"Ok... Dil" said Phil. "You do know we both love you very, very much right?"

"Yeah" I said.

Dan and Phil looked at each other, yet faced me. They told me they will try to find a way to figure out who my real parents were and some answers. But I sense it's none of that again.

"We have a few details about... your past" Dan said. "Your parents... your birth parents... they really do love you. However, they rather want you to be with us".

I was shock. But I tried to stay strong. They must be lying.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well..." Phil said. "The adoption centre called us a few weeks ago and they met your parents... Or a representative. And that person told them that they aren't interested in going back"

"However, we have a note that was left in your basket when you first arrived" said Dan.

Dan gave me the sheet and it wasn't their handwriting. It wasn't the adoption centre's handwriting as well as I know they give me handwritten letter every time it's my birthday. It was really my parents. It said:

Dominic or Dylan...

We are sorry. We can't and shall never meet. I know this will be hard on you but things are much complicated than you think. Please don't hate on us but due to the circumstances, it made our visit impossible. We heard so much about your new parents. They are really successful and they will give you the love that you truly deserve.

We can't be together... I'm sorry but if we do meet, you will know. But for now... This will be our final goodbye. I know you have some unanswered questions like why we left you but all we can say... we did what we can to keep you alive.

- Your birth parents

I started to cry after reading this. Phil and Dan gave me a hug. They apologised and gave me a box of tissues. Phil can understand my pain as he has a degree in psychology and Dan knows how suffering feels so he tries to stay strong. Phil started apologising and Dan patted me on the back. I was shocked that my real parents doesn't want to see me again. I told Dan and Phil if I could be alone. I left and entered my room, devastated from what just happened.

Ten minutes later, Phil entered my room with a box. He left it on the front door of my bedroom and left. I went to it and sat on my bed. When I removed the lid, it was my old shorts and shirts. The shirt no longer fits but I let the llama doll wear it. The pants though fits... but now as shorts. Hence why they're ripped.

That's when I voted myself to try to find them soon. To find who my true parents are. To answer those missing questions in my head.

NOW:

I still looked through the window and brought out my phone. I saw one of my classmate's messages in a public chatroom, saying that me gone is the best thing that ever happened. Phil saw me and patted me.

"Dil, don't worry" he said. "Things will get better"

"But what if it doesn't?" I asked. "What if I'm still that twat or their little plaything?"

"It will not happen" Dan said. "You will survive".

"I hardly doubt it" I moaned.

Dan's P.O.V.

I can tell that Dil isn't dealing this very well. In fact, it's way worse than before. I now become worried for the boy as he's been struggling in his social life. However, his studies are exceptional. All good grades. Phil mostly handles this very well and I'm impressed. However, I want to understand it too. I want to get into Dil's mind and see how he's feeling. Dil placed earphones in both ears, unable to hear us.

"Phil, I feel bad for the boy" I said.

"I know" Phil said. "But it will end soon"

"You need to teach me how to understand him. How did you do it?" I asked.

"Psychology degree Dan" Phil said. "Yet, bonding time".

It's true, I've been at work a lot. I sometimes hang out with Dil hence making Phil understanding him more than me. I try to be in Dil's life but I also provide for the family so I can't quit. Youtube ain't gonna cut it. I don't how how Shaycarl does it but I have to try. I have to place more effort.