Phan One Shots

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This is quite an angsty one shot.

Trigger Warning(s): Abuse, Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, Anorexia, bullying, drugs, alcoholism.

Summary:
Dan is starting to get suspicious when his best friend has recently been coming too school and he's never aloud Dan around his house.

Hope you enjoy this sad one shot.
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Phil's POV

"Can't go to my house, parents are busy." The same excuse, every, single, time, his brown eyes fault erred in colour a tiny bit but he just smiled. "Come to my house than!" He says and I shake my head. "I can't I have homework and then I'm helping my mum and dad." I say and then we leave it like that as we enter art.

He can't know that my parents hurt me. He just... Can't. He is my boyfriend and if he knows he will leave me because he will see how much of a freak I truly am, I don't know how he hasn't seen it already.

I pull my sleeves down and sit down at my desk with Dan following, grabbing our art books in the process. I grab my black biro pen before flicking to the half completed picture and continued the drawing, pulling my sleeves down every once in a while,

"Ugh it doesn't look right never mind." Dan says and I look over and I see absolutely nothing wrong with it, "it's beautiful Dan! Don't build yourself up over it yeah?" I say as I stare at his pencil drawing, it's of a girl leaning against a tree in a field with the sun shining brightly, I turned back to mine and sighed.

Mine was this guy, he had his face in almost half as one half was really pretty but the other half had scars and burns and busted lip, it's kind of like me... If you think about it closely. I was finishing the blood dripping out of the kids wound, talking to Dan every once in a while but mainly concentrating on our pieces before the bell rang, signalling the end of the day.

My heart rate instantly increased as I knew I had to go home. I slowly packed up my bag and slung it around my shoulder, it hurting slightly at the weight of it as I kiss Dan goodbye before walking quickly home.

When I see my house my hands start shaking.. Both cars are in, both parents, more hurt. I walk up the cobblestone path to my ivy covered house before unlocking the door, immediately smelling alcohol and smoke. I shake my head and try and escape my dad but it didn't work..

Nothing ever works

"Where that fuck you goin Faggot?" My dad said and my mum laughed before them both entering, vodka bottle in both of there hands, my eyes widened and my hands start shaking as my mum started getting angry.

"Why the fuck are you late? Sucking you're boyfriends dick, or are too to fat to even get dick?" She says and I shake my head hesitantly. "SPEAK FAT SHIT!" My dad says and I tried making words but it was like he caught them and I couldn't make them project any sound.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCK WITH US?" He says before running and pushing me against the door, the door handle pushing into my spine as he pushes my throat against the door. "FUCKING UGLY SHIT!" He screams at me before hitting me over the head with the bottle of vodka.

The pieces of glass shattering just like my mind, I'm losing my sanity. "I.I'm sorry." I manage and my mum shakes her head before kicking me straight in the side. "You're fucking lying!" She screams at me as my dad pushed me to the ground. My dad stamped on my arm and I screamed in pain as my cuts reopened before my mum punched me in my face, my head flying the way the fist connected to my cheek, definitely wearing concealer tomorrow.

"Go to you're room and slash you're wrists until you bleed out because no body fucking cares, not even me," my dad says and something sparked a generous amount of hurt that went straight into my heart. My own dad, wouldn't care if I died.