The Beaten And The Dammed ~ Phan

Chapter 14 :D

Hey guys! You can expect more updates (and quicker) now as I've finished up school for the summer :)) ((boo I've got third year now, which is the Junior Certificate... Basically the Junior Cycle state exams ^,-^ ))

Enjoy!

//Phil's pov//

"Tonight I need you to stay

Tonight I need you to stay"

The Run And Go by Twenty One Pilots blasted from my speakers. I am just lazily laying on my newly cleaned bed, relaxing. I have the bass turned up to the maximum and it reminds me that Dan said he can play bass. One day he'll have to show me what he can do.

I continue to lay there and contemplate life, when I hear a clink on my window.

Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

I groan and sit up and shuffle over to my window. Okay okay hang on I think to myself. I open up the window and thankfully no more stones fly up. I see Chris looking up at my window.

"Chris?"

"I... I think we need to talk" he says and only now I notice his cheeks are flushed red and tear stained. My stomach flips.

"Okay come in" I whisperer...

-Chris Pov-

**flashback**

We arrive at my house and Peej is still awfully quiet. Honestly, I've never been more worried.

"Pj please tell me what's wrong? I hate seeing you like this- I hate seeing us like this!" I say

He sighs and looks up, his eyes are glassy yet cold, almost lifeless.

He hangs his face in his hands and sighs again. Tears pour down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry Chris. I'm so sorry"

Fear strikes through my body like a hot dagger.

"Peej?"

"He...I....I didn't mean to Chris... I love you... I really do..."

"PJ please stop rambling and just tell me the truth!" I say, raising my voice. Tears stream down my face and my vision is blurry. I can just about make out PJ pushing his hand through his hair.

"I just... I do love you Chris. I just got caught in the moment. I didn't mean to... I just was annoyed and frustrated. He came on me after and did it again! I promise I didn't mean to, I love you!"

It felt like the world had stopped. I couldn't even hear properly and tears continued to roll down my hot cheeks. My throat was dry. I couldn't breathe properly. I felt sick. I was going to throw up. No, Chris you can't. I try to move but I just can't. My chest hurts from crying and heaving.

After a long time I somehow mange to speak out a little yet raspy:

"W-who?"

He looks up, eyes and cheeks puffy.

"D-Dan Howell"

My world stopped.

"Get out of my house"

And he did.

**present time**

I grab another pebble and pelt it up at Phil's window. C'mon phil I think. Answer.
Eventually he pulls open the window.

"Chris?" He asks, puzzled.

I try to speak but my throat is dry.

"I... I think we need to talk" I manage to say.

"Okay come in" he whispers.

I jump up onto the wheelie bin and hoist myself up onto the extension roof. Using all my energy left (which wasn't very much at all) I haul myself in through Phil's window and crash onto the ground. I lay there for a few seconds catching my breath before standing up and composing myself. Phil looks at me expectantly. I cough and bite my lip.

"Y-you know you and Dan had a um fight?" I say, barely keeping myself together.

He furrows his eyebrows. "Yes?"

"Well" my voice cracks "You know he left afterwards?"

"Chris where is this going it's 11pm and I --"

"Phil. Do you know exactly where Dan went?"

He sheepishly looked down. "N-no"

I breathe deeply in an attempt to console myself. "He... He went to PJ Phil."

"He what?"

"Did you notice Pj and Dan acting different in the diner?" I ask

"Oh my god" he mutters, all colour draining out of his face, leaving it a cold grey colour. "No! No he can't! No! Please no! Chris you're pranking me right? This is a prank! Tell me it's a prank Chris!"

Honestly I've tried to keep myself together, for Phil's sake. But by now tears run down my burning hot cheeks. I slowly shake my head. He bites his lip and tears pour down his face.

"H-he... T-they.." He tries to stammer out.

I let out a breath and tears continue to pour down my face like a rushing river high in the mountains. And I feel like throwing myself off that mountain.

Phil falls down onto the floor, he knees harshly banging off the hard wood floor. He doesn't make a sound, apart from muttering under his breath phrases like:

"You can't Phil, not again."

"Don't trust, no, no trust. Mustn't trust. Phil can't trust. Phil don't trust"

And plenty of other unrecognizable sentences (if you could call them that). I didn't know what to do so I shuffled over to him and lay down beside him, both crying. We fell asleep on the cold, tear drenched floor boards that night...

HElLoOoO!

Yes I'm aware this chapter is late ^,-^ I'm so sorry, I've been working every week day from 8:30am till 5:30pm, so I haven't got a lot of time to write D:

ON OTHER NEWS...

I got my first electric guitar today! It's a light pink fender squier and I saved up for ages for it ^-^

Anyway, until next week :)

Slán x