Fuck you, Phil.

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He kissed me, it felt wrong, so wrong, too wrong.

I pushed him away, "no, Phil, you can't- you fucking can't just come back into my life after ten fucking years of pure hell. Ten, Phil, ten! You know what? This isn't the worst of it, this isn't the thing that most pains me, you know what does? That you still are in love with him, you're not in love with me. Who fucking put you up to this? Louise? Chris? Zoe? Pj? Who, Phil, who!?"

Phil looked shocked, "Dan, no one did. I love you."

I shook with anger, tears threatened to spill onto my dry cheeks.

"No, don't you dare fucking lie to me!" I hissed. "It's been ten years, don't you think I can stand you telling me the truth for once? Stop fucking lying to me Phil! I hate when you do that to me," my voice broke and the tears spilled out of my eyes unbidden, "please, just this once, tell me the truth."

He sighed, "fine. You want the fucking truth? Well here you go! I hate you, I never liked you. Yes I used you, it was for a bet with my friends. I cheated on you countless times, do I need to go on?" He spit out, disgust clear on his face.

Laughing bitterly, Phil smirked, "is that what you wanted? Oh and it was all Chris' idea."

I smiled brokenly, "yeah," my voice broke, "thanks."

Phil shrugged, unaffected, "can I leave now? I'm getting sick of seeing your face."

I nodded, "you know where to go."

The door slammed, I waited until I was completely sure that he was gone before I began to sob hysterically.

How I wished that this wasn't just the start, why couldn't this be the end?

Where's the person who's going to put me out of my misery?

Do I have to do it?

My phone buzzed.

Louise: Are you going to come to my Christmas party?

Will I even make it to then?