What you didn’t expect was to see your dad standing in front of you, brows furrowed in anger and beer bottle in his hand when you came home. You couldn’t understand much about what he was shouting at you about but when he stomped down on your ribs while blaming you for loosing his job you began to understand what he was so raged about.

Thinking back to it you put your hand over where you know a boot formed bruise would probably form in purple colours.

Unlocking your phone you immediately went to your contacts. Tapping on Phil’s name you were about to press on the call button but you hesitated.

“Hey mate what’s going on. Why did you call me?”

Completely frozen you tried to think of a way to get out of this situation but before you could say anything Phil’s voice started coming out of the phone again.

“Wait a minute. I hear rain. Are you outside?! It’s in the middle of the night! Why are you outside?!”

“I- I’m sorry Phil. I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.”

“Where are you, Are you okay?!”

“I’m at the train station Phil. The one where You, Wilbur, Tommy and the others met me for the first time.”

You tried to your best to hide the fact that you were crying in your voice but apparently it didn’t work well enough.

“Isn’t that like really fucking far away from your home? Also are you crying? You sound like you’re crying. Are you okay mate? Please talk to me.”

Not being able to stop yourself a sob left your mouth. When you tried to open your mouth again to answer him just more sobs came out.

“Fuck shit okay i’ll drive to you. Stay out of the rain and try to get somewhere warmer. I don’t want you getting fucking sick. Just go to the toilets or something okay. I’ll be there as fast as possible. Stay on the ca-”

It broke off before he could finish. Confused you looked down through blurry vision at your phone clutched in your hands. The screen was black. Frustrated you shoved your phone back into the front pocket of your hoodie.