Trapped- a Phanfiction

Chapter 4

"Here we go. Okay so this time it was another guy, and once again it started through the Internet, but this time he was a bit sketchy. He didn't really send many pictures, and he never wanted to video chat. I should have taken this as a hint and stayed away, but of course I didn't. He wanted to meet me at some abandoned store across town, I'd never been there, never evenheard of it really. Me being me, I looked up the directions, took the underground, and met him there.

The moment I saw him, I recognized him. He was this annoying jock guy who was a jerk toeveryone. No wonder he didn't send any pictures, I wouldn't have even given him a secondlook. Of course I went inside, me being me, I couldn't just leave.

(Dan is like this, the other guy is this, narration is just regular)

~flashback~

"Hello? Was I really talking to you? Was that really you? Has the complete asshole that is youbeen this kind and gentle and this whole time?"

"You actually bought that? Hah. Listen to that, he actually thought that I would be intoa fag like him." Just then his friends stepped out of the shadows. They were all smirking, some were evenlaughing, and it was directed at me. My foolishness. Feeling broken and alone, I cowered intothe corner, defeated, not able to do anything as they advanced towards me. They got closer andcloser until I couldn't move back any farther, I slid down the wall and felt tears starting tocascade down my face. All at once he grabbed me by my arms and lifted me enough to make me stand. I looked upinto his eyes and muttered a mere "please, don't do this".

His eyes seemed to get darker and he smirked maliciously. Shifting his hands so that heonly had to use one to hold me up, he punched me square in the jaw. I screamed, it hurt likehell, and that was only just the first punch. "Get in line, each one of you will hit him once with the most force and power that youcould possibly muster. I want him barely breathing. He deserves to pay for what he'sdone."

"What could I have possibly done wrong to deserve this?"

"You're nothing but a fucking faggot. You're spreading your disease with people whoyou don't even know. Including my little brother, he's who you've been talking to. You'vechanged him into a new person, new friends, new look, and he doesn't even hang outwith me anymore. It's all your fault."

"At least he's not an asshole like you. He accepts people for who they are nowopposed to bullying and teasing them. I haven't changed him, I've just helped him be who he already was. If you can't see that, then it's your loss. You're missing out on someonegreat." He looked a little confused, but the look was quickly replaced with his regular smirk as oneof the bigger guys hit me in the nose. Hard. I could actually feel the dripping of the blood downmy face and onto my t-shirt, staining everything in its path. They kept coming. Nose, eye, cheek,stomach, throat, over and over and over. My vision slowly started to blur and go black at theedges. I felt an excruciating pain in my lower arm that makes me scream, and then I went completely limp.

I woke up the next morning surrounded by white. White bed, white walls, white gown, whitebandages, white cast. Wait. White cast?

(Dan is still this, doctors and others are this, narration is still this)

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Good morning Daniel. How are you feeling this morning?" asked my doctor.

"It's just Dan, and everything hurts. I'm really tired, too."

"Do you remember how you got here, or who brought you?"

"No, I just remember passing out. It's just darkness after that."

"Alright. Someone dropped you off in lobby and left, none of us knew who it was. Youhave a few general injuries, but you should be able to leave in a couple hours. We've justcalled your dad this morning, he should be on his way."

-time skip to like 3 hours later. He's back home now.-

My dad paced the floor. "Who did this to you?" he asked.

I told the whole story from thebeginning. He listened intently the whole time, which was quite unusual for him. The next day my dad was driving me to a courthouse. They were all tried as legal adults,and every single one of them was put in jail. My dad had me as proof of their actions, and hehad some how gotten a memory wiping device that he used on them so they couldn't really defendthemselves, no matter how hard they tried to.

~flash forward to the present~

"Holy wowowow. I think that what he did was kind of justified, they broke your arm with justtheir hands, Dan. They beat you to the point of passing out. They hurt you, and that's not okay."Phil said.

At this point we were approaching the little apartment that my dads and I live in. 221B, Bakerstreet. "Here we are," I said as I unlocked the door.

"And who do we have here?" Sherlock asked as I pulled Phil into the main living area.

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A/N:

Hello lovely humans, how are you you doing today? I hope you're doing fantastic because you deserve happiness :)

I'm so, so sorry that it's been so long since I updated. Half of my last chapter got deleted and I've had trouble with ideas recently. Also school got in the way a bit. Also colorguard (which is actually amazing and fantastic and wow). But I should hopefully be updating more now that school is done and I just have more time in general.

IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OR A DIRECTION YOU WANT THIS TO GO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IT WILL HELP A LOT THANK YOU.

Oh yes and also I'm going to start a one shot collection soon because I'm generally better at writing short little stories. Thanks for reading, have a great day/night/whenever you're reading this. I LOVE ALL OF YOU <3