Phil's Kid

Ch-91-Not-?

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Their dream wasn't good either. It was about that same day that kept replaying in their mind.

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He took them out of bed and threw them to the ground, their back slammed against the hardwood floor. "Go downstairs right now, we're going to have a talk with you about this whole stupid gender thing." He said angrily to them, but yet not yelling.

They nodded their head and started slowly going down the stairs. Their back started to hurt again from being thrown on the floor.

A light push pushed them off the top step. They gasped as started to fall down the stairs. They tried to put their right foot on a step to stop themself from falling, but that didn't work. They felt their right ankle twist painfully. They fell on their right leg and slid down the stairs.

He walked down to them standing a few steps above them. "I said quickly." He growled at them. He kicked them off the bottom step to get them out of his way, then he walked off the stairs.

When they got kicked they were flipped over, now the pain in their right ankle became real. It also didn't help that they had to stand up to walk to the kitchen where their parents were waiting.

They took a deep breath trying to calm down before entering the kitchen, but they knew they'd never fee calm around their parents or ever feel safe.

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They wondered how long it had been since they were literally thrown into the attic. Well, they did try to climb up, but the pain from their ankle was too much. Eventually, their parents for tiered of waiting, and their dad threw him up. Their dad has always been strong, and he never used his strength in a good way.

They knew it had to have been at least a few hours. It was hard to keep track since they kept dozing in and out of sleep. They couldn't stay asleep because of their dreams, like usual, but it was also the cold of the attic that work them up.

Sometimes they would hear the creaking of someone walking up the stairs. So they would have to hold their breath hoping their parents forgot about them for now. They were in too much pain to go through that again. Plus whenever they tried to move their right leg or ankle, it would hurt worse. So they decided laying on the hard attic floor would be better.

They could get up and look through the boxes for something like a blanket, but their ankle hurt just too much to care about getting up. Even if it meant keeping them warm.

They turned to their other side causing pain to shoot through their ankle. They winced trying to keep the number of sounds they made down.

Then they remembered school. It's not like it's worth going anyway. No one used their pronouns and always assumes. Except for that new nurse, she respected their pronouns, but they didn't really trust her or like her too much.

What about Alex? They could just say they were sick. He shouldn't worry too much, yet they do anyway. It's not in a pity way like the nurse, it was like he genuinely cared for them. They trusted Alex and knew they actually cared for them, but they knew they couldn't tell Alex about this. It might make things worse, they didn't want to take that chance.

They did want to leave their parents, but they didn't want to be put in a foster care system or orphanage. They definitely didn't want to be put with their uncle either. Where ever they would be put they would have to leave Alex. They didn't wasn't to leave him. They were their best friend. Yeah, Jamie and the others were there for them too. But they trusted Alex the most.

Maybe they could have reported their parents before they met Alex, and not worried about any of this. There wasn't enough proof before, no one would believe them. Since they started coming home later and getting hurt at school, things have gotten worse at home. They didn't want there to be any chance that they would end up with their uncle.

So they suffered, in silence. Wishing no one would notice their pain and that they wouldn't be dragged away from their friends. There was also a small part of them that wished they would be found by Alex. Could they really keep going through this pain every day just to stay with a few friends? They could always text and call. It was worth it for now. Alex always made everything better for them. Even on the worst of days when Alex had no idea what was going on, he still made everything better for them.

They smiled at the thought of seeing Alex again. Maybe if they were lucky Alex would behave they were sick and fell down the stairs while sick. Yeah, that's a good excuse.

They opened their eyes a feel crawling up there through. They coupled some saliva falling down their chin. They lifted up their head to cough out the thick saliva onto the ground. They wiped it off their chin with the saleable of their sweater. They lifted their sleeve up to their eyes. They squinted trying to see what it was in the darkness. Their eyes squinted to see what the liquid was on their leave, then they widened and widened on their own. Looks like they finally coughed up that blood. When they were downstairs they tried to keep it down and kept swallowing it. Looks like it finally came up.

They felt dizzy after that. They moved a bit away from the pool of blood on the hard wooden attic floor. They rolled to their left two times. Getting closer to the attic. door. They didn't want to be too close in case someone came up into the attic

They rested their head on their arms feeling the dizziness get worse. They felt as if they might be sick again, but they decided to sleep it off for now hoping the feeling would go away later.

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There's a loud banging sound that wakes them up. They groan, annoyed that they git woken up, and in pain. Then they registered where the blaming sound came from. A door underneath them. Their bedroom? Their parents know there up in the attic, so was someone looking for them?

There was a closet beneath them that led to the attic. They heard someone shaking the door trying to open it. Then it slams open. The attic door was locked from the outside. If they wanted to get out this was their chance. They scratched at the attic door next to their head.

Simone tapped on the attic door, so they tapped back. Then there was a knocking sound, so they knocked back, a few fewer times than they did since they were getting tired.

The attic door was pulled down, and they saw who it was. They were still afraid it was one of their parents, but the person standing on the latter wasn't their parents.

"Karter?!" Alex yelled surprised up to Karter.

Karter looked ack down surprised. Out of everyone that would come up here, they never thought Alex would come up there. They hoped to see Alex, but not like this. It's too late anyway, Alex has seen them now, weak. Now that Alex knew, and found them, they just wanted to go to Alex and hug him. Maybe all of their worries would disappear now that Alex was here.

"Let's get you down." Alex snapped out of it. They climbed down the later letting Karter climb down.

Karter was relieved. Alex was here for them. They could finally leave. Karter didn't care what would happen next, because they knew whatever happened next, Alex would be there for them.

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Their dream wasn't good either. It may have ended well, but everything before then wasn't good. It was about that same day that kept replaying in their mind. Everything kept replaying, everything except how they got found. To them, it felt like they were still in the attic. Like their parents were still standing over them. Even tho it's been about two days, their bruises still felt fresh.

Being with Alex helped remind them that they were found and that they never have to go back home- to that place. This was their new home, it has been all along. Alex, his parents, Jamie, Richard, and even Noah too. They were all their friends, but also their family. That's all they needed. There are friends, their family.

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