Savior ↛ Phan

Chapter 5- His Secret

Still no Phil...

Another 20 minutes...

Okay, I don't think Phil's coming to this class. I'm sure he'll be in maths.

Maths begins and ends...

Yep, Phil isn't coming to school at all today. I sigh and begin to put my books into my bag.

"Daniel, could you come here for a moment?" Mr. Johnson asks from the front of the room.

My gaze looks over at him and I begin to walk over, "Yes, Mr. Johnson?"

"You seem to be the only one who has talked to Phil at all in this class. I was wondering if you could bring his class work to his house today."

"Uh, I don't know where Phil lives, sir."

Mr. Johnson sighs, "I'll give you his house address." He says and scribbles some words onto a scrap piece of paper. Mr. Johnson hands the paper to me, "There. Make sure not to lose it, Daniel. I know how you can be."

I smile and looks down at my feet, "Yes sir."

Mr. Johnson smiles, "Good. Now get going. It's time to leave and you don't want to keep Phil waiting."

I nod and quickly grab my backpack, swinging it over my shoulder and walking out of the classroom. I'm actually quite excited to see Phil's house. I wonder if it'll be black to represent him. It could be a little cottage for all I know.

I snort at the thought and shake my head. I feel like Phil would rather live in a box than in a small cottage with flowers and such.

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This can't be his house, can it? Of course not. It's too...bleh and beaten up. It's even has some graffiti on it for Christ's sake. I must be reading the address wrong. I study the piece of paper over and over again.

Moss Entry, 3457

Nope, this is definitely Phil's house. No doubt about it. Unless Mr. Johnson gave me the wrong address. That wouldn't be possible. Mr. Johnson never makes mistakes. He wouldn't make on now, especially with someone as important as someone's address.

I run my fingers through my fringe one last time before walking up the steps. Scratch that, it's not just some graffiti, it's covered in graffiti. This isn't the nicest neighborhood either. It's full of questionable people.

Did I just here a gunshot? I'm imagining things.

I honestly can't picture Phil living here.

My hand slowly raises and I hesitate before knocking on the black door. I hear shuffling and mumbles instantly erupting from the inside. Phil's definitely home. This is definitely Phil's home. A few hushes come along and the door finally swings open.

"Yes- Dan?" Worry splashes over his face and he quickly closes the door most of the way, only his head showing, "W-Why are you here and what do you want?" He spews out.

"Uh...Mr. Johnson gave me your class work for today." I say and hand it to me.

Phil eyes me up and down before taking the paper, "Great, thanks Dan." He quickly says and begins to close the door.

"Who's Dan? I wanna meet him!" A really young voice says with excitement. I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl. All I know is that it has some trouble pronouncing the words.

"Jaxon, I-"

A little boy pushes the door open with the happiest smile on his face. My heart instantly melts and a smile spreads across my face as well.

"Hi Dan! I'm Jaxon." He quickly waves.

"Jaxon go back inside-"

"No, it's fine." I say.

My smile widens and I crouch down so I'm closer to Jaxon's height.

"Hi Jaxon. Is Phil your big brother?"

Jaxon shakes his head and I tilt my head to the side. I also notice Phil biting his lip in the corner of my eye, "Are you his best friend?"

"Well of course I am! Everyone's best friend's with their daddy!" He exclaims with happiness.

Daddy.

Wait, what...?

"Jaxon, it's time to go back inside now." Phil orders.

"B-But I wanna talk to Dan." He pouts.

"Dan has to go." He says with a cold tone, "Now come on. I'll give you some apple juice."

"Yay for apple juice!" Jaxon loudly shouts with excitement before running back into the house.

Phil slightly closes the door and stands outside with his arms crossed. I stand back up and look at Phil with a sad look. He doesn't meet my gaze, instead he looks down at the ground.

"How old is he?" I quietly ask.

"He's 2." Phil whispers.

"Where's his mum?"

Phil looks up at me with clouded eyes and lightly shakes his head before opening the door again and walking inside, closing it behind him.

I never expected that. I truly never  would've expected that. I don't think anyone would. So, Phil's a dad with no girlfriend or wife by his side. That- That's awful. No one should have to put up with that. Especially at age 17. That means that Jaxon was born when Phil was 15, possibly 14.

Wow, just...wow...

I stand there in my own thoughts for a while, letting everything sink in.

Phil is a dad. With a real son. He created a real human being at such a young age and there's no girlfriend or wife by his side. I'm glad that I know about this. For now on, when me and Phil have to work on the project, I'll come to his house. He can't leave Jaxon alone for such a long amount of time.

Where does Jaxon go while Phil's at school? Is Jaxon home alone for 8 hours every day? Maybe Phil's parents looks after him during school hours.

The door swings open and Jaxon stands in front of me with a biscuit and sippy-cup in both of his hands.

"I knew that you'd still be here. Daddy didn't say you would be. I just wanted to say sorry for not saying bye. Bye bye!" He says and hugs my leg before closing the door again.

I smile widely. Jaxon really seems like a kind and amazing child. Whatever Phil's doing, he's doing it correctly.

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PHIL'S A DAD AWWHHH.

Fun Fact: At first, Jaxon was going to be Phil's 4 year old brother, not 2 year old son. I just decided to change it as I was writing.

I'm happy with this storyline. Jaxon wasn't even planned in it when I first got the idea. Yay for the power of I-M-A-G-I-N-A-T-I-O-N. I'm stupid. -J