Hello Internet ? Phan

"What do you mean?" He sat by me on the bed.

I looked down in shame, thinking back to my childhood.

\ flashback \

I was sitting in my bedroom, a room of solitude after a long day of year 5 and several kids bullying me.

"Hey Daniel." A voice at my door said. I felt my body tense up as I tried to hold back tears.

"I said..." He came towards me, yanking my head back by my hair so I'd make eye contact. "Hey, Daniel."

"H-hi.." I tried hard not to show fear, but I was a mess.

He's going to fucking hurt me..

He ripped off my clothes and pinned my arms down so I couldn't push him off.

"Be a good little boy, okay?" He crushed me as his hands went all over my boyish, ten year old body.

"Stop.. Please." I cried harder and harder as he forced his boner towards my face. He tried to force it down my throat, but I kept my mouth shut and he became aggressively angry.

"You little fuckface.. Open your fucking mouth.." His fist connected with my face hundreds of times, nearly breaking my teeth and dislocating my jaw.

My mum finally came home and heard my screaming.

"Shut the fuck up." He slapped me and ran downstairs to see my mum. I quickly escaped through the window after getting dressed and I ran as far as I could without passing out. Blood rushed to my head by the time was able to see the hospital.

When I woke up again, I was on a hospital bed, being wheeled into a room they called Trauma 1. I faded in and out of consciousness.

I woke completely when I was in a hospital room. A nurse came in to check on me and get information.

"Dan... Howell... Where's my mum? She's in danger." I said.

"Your mum?" She looked scared as she gestured for the policeman who found me to come to my bedside. "Say that again, Dan."

"My mum.. She needs help." I gave them my address and policemen were sent to my house. My dad had already fled the scene and left my mum, battered and covered in blood, on the kitchen floor.

/ flashback over /

"Dan?" Phil realized I was spacing out. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I threw my head down into my hands.

I stayed silent, trying to come up with a way to explain why I spaced out.

Phil deserves to know why you're so upset right now.. Come on, Dan. He loves you. He knows how terrible your past has been, but he's your future and he needs to know.

"Remember.. Remember when I told you about my d-dad?" I said, slowly.

"Yeah..." He pulled me in for a hug, holding my head against his collar.

"He didn't just b-bea-t me..." I cried harder. "He forced me.."

"Shh.... You don't have to say it.." Phil knew now why I was different. "My dad used to beat me in front of Martyn. The man you saw at my mum's birthday party wasn't him.. That was my stepdad."