Post by Devins on Aug 11, 2023 19:42:04 GMT -8
I'm a second cousin of Phil's and my parents used to drop me off at their place so he could take me to the arcade, begrudgingly, and completely ignore me when we got there. I would mostly just watch him play because he would get pissed if I wandered too far away and "made him come look for me." He was in his mid to late teens and I'm 8 or 9 years younger than him. Anyway, on the way home one Saturday evening he suddenly pulled over on the side of the road and quickly got out, leaving his door open and the car running, and I unbuckled to see what was going on. He was carefully approaching a beagle puppy that was shivering near the tree line (it was winter) and had a leash on it and a collar. Phil was bending over and reaching his hand out in a friendly way and talking to him, saying "Here boy!" and stuff. When he got close the dog started to move away back into the woods but then Phil lunged and grabbed it by its collar, throwing it down on the ground and immediately stomped on its head, neck, and chest six or seven times. It was sickening, and I'll never forget the crunch of its rib cage snapping. It didn't even yelp.
After it was completely flattened he paused for a moment, and I could see him breathing heavily. At this point I was really scared and considered running away, remember I was only 8 or something, but I was just so shocked I couldn't move. When he turned around he was surprised that I was out of the car and quickly came back, looking down at the ground and not at me. "Fucking car hit it," he said gruffly, but it didn't look hurt to me, just lost and scared, and then he told me to get in and we drove back to his folks' place, not speaking the whole time (which tbh wasn't unusual). I still remember looking down as he drove at the blood on his shoes, and how it was getting all over the pedals and floor mat. I don't remember if he changed them before we went into the house or what.
Anyway that's when I came to really hate Phil, who before then I only disliked, and I always avoided him after that at family get togethers. I honestly don't know if we ever said more than two words to each other again after that, it seemed like he was avoiding me, too. At the time I was so freaked out by it I didn't tell my parents, and years later when I did as an adult they said they were shocked but not surprised.
So that's my true story about Phil, he's a genuine psycho and his family's not surprised when they hear that about him. Fuck Phil and peace to you all.