I jerk awake to the sound of yelling.
Oh no. Not this again.
"-you can't just leave randomly and then come back completely wasted with no explanation! You expect me to let you live in this house when all you do is drink and take up space!"
"I've done more for this family than you ever have! Don't blame me for wanting to take a break every once in a while, you whore!"
"Bastard!"
"Bitch!"
"Asshole!"
I can't do this. I can't listen to them fight anymore. I need to get out, get away from this house. Unluckily for me, I don't live inside a movie or fan fiction where the character conveniently has a rope or ladder or something to help them climb out their window, so I guess I have to do this the hard way.
Grabbing my phone, which reads 12:57 a.m., I slip on my hoodie and throw on my shoes, opening my bedroom door and tiptoeing down the stairs. My parents are in the kitchen, so if I just keep low, they won't be able to see me.
I slink quietly along the stairway and toward the backdoor, but I'm stopped by the sound of my father smashing a beer bottle on the ground.
"Now look at what you've done! And guess who has to clean all your shit up? Me! You never..."
I slowly relax my muscles as my parents continue to fight and I open the backdoor as silently as I can, slipping into the night. I can still faintly hear my parents screaming inside as I run across my yard and make a beeline to Phil's back door.
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Me- hey sorry to wake u but can u come open ur back door pls?
Me- phil u there?
Read 12:59
:Phil- yeah be there in a sec
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I wait a moment as I hear movement inside the dark house, bouncing on the balls of my feet to keep somewhat warm.
The door suddenly clicks open and Phil's sleepy face greats me with a tired smile. I don't even have to say anything, he just grabs my hand and pulls me inside, guiding me through the dark maze that is his house.
I don't even realize that I'm shaking until we reach Phil's room and he shuts the door, immediately hugging me. I try to calm myself down, but I can't do it fast enough before a tear or two slip out.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he hit you?" My friend instantly goes into "protective mother mode" and is scanning me up and down to make sure I'm not injured.
"Y-yeah, I'm alright," I mutter, trying to convince him I'm fine.
But Phil knows better than that.
"No, you're not... Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry you have to go through this," he whispers, throwing his arms around me again. I love the way he hugs me. It makes me feel like someone actually cares about me, like I'm safe, even valuable, in his arms.
We soon find ourselves climbing into his bed and pulling the covers over our exhausted bodies. He wraps one arm around me and holds me as I slowly begin to drift off.
Right before I do, I mutter, "Thank you."
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"Straight"
FanfictionIn a world where you're born with the flag of your sexuality printed on your wrist.... -Phan AU- // Dan Howell knows the rules. He knows how the world works and how you're supposed to act if you want to be treated well. That doesn't stop him from f...
