Lies (phan and kickthesticks)

Chapter 2

(one year ago) *Phil's POV*

Not again. Please, don't hurt me again.

I was running. I don't know where, I just had to get out of school. I heard the pounding of feet chasing me down the street. School was already over but usually I stay in the library for a while waiting for Jack and his group to go home so they couldn't find me. Today was different. Apparently one of the guys in the group was looking for a friend when he spotted me. He told the others and they chased me out of the school. I ran full speed clutching the strap of my backpack.

"Hey where you going?" Jack yelled. "We just want to talk to you!"

Yeah right. Im not falling for that.

I continued running past houses and buildings. It was dark outside so it was hard to see exactly where I was. Jack and his group kept shouting mean words at me.

"Why are you running? You have nothing to live for! No one likes you!" someone shouted.

I was used to being told things like that. This happens almost everyday. I know you're probably thinking, why don't you tell someone? I've tried that. None of the teachers care. Not even the principle! Everyday I came home with some sort of bruise. I hide them with my hoodie or a long sleeve shirt so my parents don't see. My mom thinks I'm weird compared to other teenage boys. She wishes that I was someone else. No use going to her. She would just say its my fault for being different and that I needed to change soon. My dad? Never home. He's always out doing god knows what. When he does come home, he's completly drunk. He doesn't even care about his own family.

Still running. Their footsteps have become quieter but not completely gone.

They'll find me tomorrow. No doubt in that.

Darkness overwelmed me. I hated the dark. You never know what could randomly pop out at you. I decided to sit down on a bench. My whole body ached. I closed my eyesfor probably ambout three minutes. Bad idea.

"Where did he go?" That was Jack. "You lost him you idiot!"  A loud thump followed.

Crap. I need to hide! Now!

Jack must have pushed someone down becuase I heard him yelling. It gave me enough time to slip into the darkness of an alley. I crouched down behind a garbage can a listened for their footsteps. Jack stopped yelling but still seemed quite angry.

"You stupid idiots! You were supposed to catch him! Not let him go!" Jack yelled again.

They shuffled along by the ally.

Please don't come in here, please don't!

My heart thumped so loudly, I hoped they couldn't hear it. They stopped right in front of the entrance, staring straight past my hiding spot.

"Do you think he's in there?" one of them asked.

"Nah, he was probably too chicken so he ran to his mommy," Jack said.

They all started laughing. 

Thank god.

I thought I heard them walk away, so I calmed down. I sat down and leaned agaisnst the wall.

That was close.

I stood up and slowly started to walk out. I listened for any signs they were still there. But there wasn't. I sighed in relief and stepped out. Again, bad idea. I was grabbed by the shirt and was whipped around to face Jack. I braced myself, knowing what was coming next.

"Hey you were right! He was hiding in there!" Jack said.

He threw me on the ground and they all started kicking me. 

Why me?

One kick to the arm. Kick to the face. Kick to the leg. Fresh bruises appeared everywhere. Jack kicked me in the ribbs where and old bruise was. I cried out in pain and curled into a ball, clutching my side. They had taken my backpack and threw it somewhere. Jack stopped hitting me and I turned over to look at him. He just stared. Was he guilty? Nope. Definatley not. He punched me in the face one more time and I blacked out.

I felt pain everywhere. My whole body was also sore from running so much. Imagine being shot but twenty times worse and that pain was everywhere.

*Dan's POV*

I walked down the street, texting my mom.

Mom: Where are you?

Me: I'm coming home right now, don't worry.

It was dark outside and I couldn't see a lot. The street lights didn't help, as most of them were broken. I switched on my flashlight on my phone and it lit up the sidewalk. The dark was my worst enemy. I hated not knowing whats out there. I walked past familiar houses, entering my neighborhood. I heard people yelling around the corner so I poked my head around a fence. Laying there, I saw a limp body of a boy. A group of kids were throwing punches and kicks at him. 

Are you serious? He's not even conscious! I have to do something.

I put my phone in my pocket and ran over there.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!" I yelled. 

The group turned around and looked at me.

"And who are you?" said the tallest. Im pretty sure he's the leader or something.

"It doesn't matter. Why are beating him up?"

"It doesn't concern you, now scram."

"No! Get away from him! I'll call the cops!"

The tallest raced towards me and shoved me. 

"Get out of here before you get beat! This little retard deserves it!" he screamed at me.

I couldn't take it anymore. Who does he think he is? I punched him in the face, making him fall to the ground. He wiped blood from his nose and gave me the death stare.

"Get him!"

The others ran at me, pulling me down. They punched me back leaving a purple bruise on my jaw. Jus before things got worse, someone in a car stopped and rolled down his window.

Thank god! 

"Get off of him!" he said.

"Guys! That's my brother!" the tallest said. "He'll kill us! We have to go now!

The group ran off with the car chasing after them. I looked at the boy laying on the ground. I couldn't jus let him lay there! I walked over to him and crouched down.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

His eyes opened a little, revealing his ocean blue eyes. He sat up, wincing in pain.

"No," he croaked.