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Angel on Time (Phil Lester)

Trigger warning! (Mentions of suicide/abuse) read at your own comfort.
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You were hiding again. You could never escape him, you had no where else to go and were too young to go off on your own still. Your mom had passed away two years ago, your dad hasn't been the same since, he drank more and worked less, and seemed to enjoy causing you pain. You were under a pile of clothes in the corner of your closet. You held your breath and pleaded, begged, you even prayed. Just help me. Help didn't come, at least not yet. He found you and dragged you out and beat you till you couldn't even feel the pain, and that's where the lack of fun for him left, you weren't in pain, just numb. At the time, you were only thirteen, what were you to do? That went on for three years before your dad took it to a whole new level of abuse. By that point though you had isolated yourself and given up. You let him do whatever to you, all in hopes he'd go too far and you would finally be able to escape the hell hole you were living in. Your dad passed away right after your eighteenth birthday from alcohol poisoning. He drank himself to death, and you were officially alone. You moved and managed to get by, living paycheck to paycheck, but never being happy. You couldn't take it, you wanted out, it was too much. So you drank and went to your medicine cupboard and tried one last prayer. God, if you're there give me a sign, I'm going to go on if I have no reason to stay. Please, send me help.
"Don't do it." A soft voice said and you jumped, grabbing the handheld mirror to whack the intruder with, but froze in place. The intruder had beautiful eyes, so blue you could drown, and his skin was lighter than anything you'd seen before, his hair black in contrast. "God has so much in store for you. He sent me to you, I'm yours, you deserve someone who will care for you."
"W-who are you?"
"Phillip. Phil is fine though too."
"W-what are you? Phil."
"Your angel. I'll keep you safe, let it go." He took the mirror from my grasp and removed the pills from my hands.
"Why did he send you now? What about when I needed you all those years ago!? I was alone! I was scared! I wanted to-to die!" I choked on a sob, "I still want to." I whispered, wanting to fall to the floor, he held me to him though, supporting me.
"He sent me now, because I wasn't ready to care for you then, and you weren't ready to handle me then. I'm here to pick up the pieces. I'll put you together. I'll keep you safe." He whispered into my hair and I cried.
"I was so sacred. I did try. I tried to be brave."
"You don't have to be anymore. I'm here." He made me look at him, he was so beautiful and enchanting, truly an angel and I wanted him to care. He smiled and kissed my temple, "I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, so good luck getting rid of me."
I laughed and it made his smile even brighter and that's when I knew I would be okay, because I had my Phil. My little angel.