Chapter 15 ~ Haunting Me

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*so yes this is a big skip but I was kinda having writers block so I just wanted to make it easier*

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Over the course of 6 months, my anxiety was rising and falling about my father returning. He would be released the day after my birthday, and recently; I felt like no one actually would remember it anyways.

Dan and Phil were acting strange with eachother. In front of me they would smile and hug, but never kiss. They weren't as close before. I would hear them shout at eachother whilst I would be in bed. I could hear Phil's small cries when Dan stormed back to his room. I cried some nights; scared I would be taken from them. I was feeling worse every day. My eating disorder got worse and I was becoming increasingly skinny, extremely fast.

Phil would tell me he was worried and would watch me eat, but he never knew I would puke it all back up again. I felt so god damn bad, that this arguing they had going on; was some way my fault.

Sometimes Dan would yell at Phil saying he didn't help my mental health. I felt so bad that the arguemets were about me. I wish I could get up and leave their life, make them happy again.

My birthday was tomorrow, and I was positive that no one had even remembered. George was the only one texting me until midnight. He said he wanted to be the first one to say Happy Birthday, and I told him he would be the first and the last.

I laid on my bed with my phone to my ear, listening to his voice ramble on.

"Only 2 more minutes," he said.

"I don't really care about my birthday George. I mean, I never really have. It's just another year," I texted.

"Well I have presents for you either way," he laughed.

Yes if you were curious, George and me made up. We're not together, no not at all. Just friends. He told me he shouldn't of rushed me, and that he wouldn't do it again.

"3...2...1. Happy birthday!!" He yelled down the phone, almost deafening me.

"Thanks George," I thought and laughed.

"Hey, anything for you my Lioness," I could feel his smile through the phone.

"How's living though L? I mean - the past few times we've called; I've heard shouting in the distance," he said, sounding worried.

I decided to lie.

"It's probably the neighbours, they're always outside shouting at their kids," I bit my lip through the lie as I texted.

"Fair enough. I hope they work out their rivals," he giggled.

"Me too.." I sighed and typed.

"But what about health? You looked really small last time I saw you. I mean - like in weight an all..." He said, carefully.

"I'm fine George, really nothing to worry about!" I laughed it off and send the message.

"Well goodnight, I will see you tomorrow. Or should I say today?" He laughed at his own joke.

"Night George," I replied through text and hung up.

I set my phone on charge and stared at the ceiling. I heard footsteps travel upstairs and i closed my eyes pretending to sleep. A head popped in the door and then left, checking I was asleep. I did honestly not remember anything after that, because I slept soundly.

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DANS POV

I sighed as I walked up to Phil's room. We'd been arguing for days on end, weeks, months. Ever since the day Lea's dad got put into prison for 6 months; he's been acting weird.

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