Two Different Worlds (Phan)

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Age 7

"Come back here you son of a bitch!" her alcohol stained voice rang through the house, reaching her victim.

"M-momma p-please don't h-hurt me." the young boy cried out, begging to escape today's torture. He desperately wanted the old version of his mother to return back to him, but she was long gone. All that was left of the once sweet woman is an empty shell, one that drowns herself in alcohol and drugs to survive. The hell hadn't truly started until Phil's father left them for a 20 year old stripper, the events completely changing her.

"You deserve this, Phil! It's your fault your father left us, you fuck up! I always knew you were a mistake." she slowly made her way over to the shaking form of her son in the corner. "You hear that, Phil? You caused this." Phil winced as his mother grabbed him by his red hair and pulled him upwards so they were looking into each other's eyes. He whimpered before his mother threw him down again, muttering words of anger and hate before each kick. "Worthless." Kick. "Fat." Kick. "Mistake." Kick. The only thing that hurt the boy worse than the kicks were the words his mother sputtered out, all of them painful.

"You disgust me." She whispered to his frail body before walking off to her room in the small, dirty apartment.

Age 12

Phil sighed as he pressed the button on the elevator that took him to the 5th floor where his apartment stood, he walked back from school alone that day missing his large abundance of friends. He was quite popular in school, but that was only because they couldn't see the truly broken boy inside, eating away at him. Phil didn't really care all that much for the friends, preferring to be alone most of the time. But when they did hang out together it was strictly at their houses, never Phil's, in fear that his mother would hurt his friends or that they would see the disgusting environment and never talk to him again. Just because he didn't care all too much for his friends didn't mean he didn't care about his reputation.

He heard the familiar chime of the elevator as he knew he was at his floor. Phil slowly and cautiously stepped out of the confined space.

He tried to procrastinate going into the apartment as much as he could in ways that included picking up the trash in the hallways, counting the ceiling tiles, and studying the numbers on the doors until the hell was inevitable. He had to go inside. Phil took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was going to be behind the door, he didn't know what exactly would happen but he knew it wouldn't be pleasant.

He swung the door open and cringed at the sight in front of him. Phil saw his mother having sex loudly with the security guard from the lobby on their couch. Not the first time he's seen this act of adultery but it doesn't make it any less scarring for the poor boy. He made a mental note to never sit on that couch again as he covered his eyes and blindly walked to the space he called his room.

Age 16

As Phil walked down the hall, boys and girls alike stopped in their tracks to look at him, the sex symbol of the school. He'd slept with almost everyone in that place besides some of the 'straight' boys or gay girls. Most people thought he did it to keep his reputation, but he truly did it to try to forget the pain of his life.

The beatings from his mother never stopped, but he played the bruises and cuts off as injuries from sports which somehow no one ever seemed to question. He was glad for this, but sometimes he wished at least one person would actually give a damn.

"Hi Phil!" the perky cheerleader, Jessica, said to him. The two of them were more or less friends with benefits, always hooking up any place they could. It seemed like the only place they hadn't fucked in was Phil's apartment.

"What do you want Jessica?" Phil sighed out, not in the mood for her antics.

"How about you ditch school and come to my house? No parents." she whispered seductively in his ear, hoping for him to say yes.

The teenage boy perked up at that. "Hell yes, let's get out of here." Phil smirked at her, but before they could leave the place the school's principal appeared behind them.

"Both of you. My office. Now." Her voice radiated power. You did not want to mess with this woman.

The two of them followed glumly. "Look what you did now, dickwad." Jessica grumbled at him.

"You're the one that suggested it, babe. It's not my fault she was behind us." Phil replied knowingly.

Surprisingly, Jessica walked away with only a warning, but Phil, this not being his first time in trouble, was given detention and a phone call home. Phil wasn't worried about either, though. His mother didn't give a damn about him or his school life, and quite frankly Phil didn't either, allowing him to do whatever he pleased.

Age 18

Phil didn't graduate high school. He was known as the only drop out of their year, but Phil didn't care. His mother didn't care. No one seemed to truly care about Phil Lester, not even himself. He was still getting abused by this woman, she continued drowning out her days in alcohol, never getting help. Phil would move out but he had nowhere to go. No future. No money. No friends. Nothing.

One night, after a particularly rough beating Phil got an idea. A truly absurd, crazy idea. But it was all he had. Phil stuck with that idea even though he knew the consequences would be terrifying. He had to, it was the only hope he had.

That night, Phil Lester made a plan to kill his mother.