Phan Oneshots

My Father

Dan's POV

Every night since I called my abusive dad, has been hell. Every single incident, even with the slightest bit of conflict, I could hear his voice screaming at me. For the past few nights it's been so bad that I'd have to leave the house and go for a calm walk while I blasted music through my headphones. I wish Phil would go on walks with me, but I never bothered to ask, because I never thought he'd want to come with.

One night, I eventually arrived home after a relaxing walk, and locked the door behind me as I entered our flat.

"Phil?" I called softy through the house, waiting for an answer. "Lounge." He replied, and I followed the sound of his voice until I opened the door to our small, but homey lounge.

"Hey, Dan?" Phil quickly asked, standing up. "Y-Yeah?" I asked quietly. I hadn't told Phil about the recent call I had with my dad (which continuously gave me flashbacks to when I used to be abused when I was young), so I figured he'd think of me as relatively normal now, and wouldn't hold back any questions. "Where have you been going these past couple of nights?" He asked. It took me less than half a second to reply, "On a walk." I, then, tried to leave, but Phil called me back. "Get back over here."

I instantly felt tears form in my eyes and I could hear my dad's voice ringing out at me with those words. All the times I was yelled at, hit, and burned, now flooded back into my mind like water flooding into a ship.

"Daniel James Howell, get back here now." Phil said sternly, making me flinch. I turned around, but I didn't see Phil anymore, I saw my dad.

We were in my room and my father towered over me like a giant. "Y-Yes?" My tiny six-year-old voice cried. "You're cheating on me." My father said. I could hear Phil, and I knew it was really him, but with every word I just wanted to scream and run away like I would back when I was young. I was having a flashback, and was trapped in reality at the same time. "I swear, I've just been going on a walk." I said as quietly as possible. "Ha! Don't make me laugh. Tell me, who are you seeing?" He demanded, towering over me like my dad used to, and I flinched slightly. "I'm not seeing anyone." I felt a tear slip. "Tell me!" He screamed for the last time, the grabbed my arm.

I let out a blood-curtailing scream, and fell to the floor in tears as I began having, yet another, flash back.

"Daniel James Howell!" My dad screamed as he slammed open my bedroom door. "Y-Yes?" I asked, shaking, as I stood up from the bed. "Are you making friends with boys?" "No. I've been playing with girls." I stated, clearly lying. "Ha! Don't make me laugh. Tell me, what boys are you playing with?" He asked, and grabbed his belt from his large, back pocket. "I'm not playing with boys at school." I felt a tear slip. "Tell me!" He grabbed my arm, and screamed before slapping the whip against my wrist. I let out a blood-curtailing scream from the pain, and fell to the floor in tears.

"Dan! Dan it's ok. Dammit... I'm so freaking sorry. Please, I didn't mean to hurt you." I heard Phil. I saw his eyes meet with mine, and they've never looked so regretful. I did nothing but shake my head slightly as I leaned up quickly and wrapped my arms around him.

"Don't let him get me." I began sobbing into Phil's shoulder. "I won't. Your dad- your dad will never get you. I promise." he rubbed circles into my back, soothing me slightly.

After a little while, we cuddled on the sofa and watched tv until I fell asleep in his arms. Safe from everything and everyone.