Still Trying [phan/boyxboy]

VII [Right Here]

You guys, please read the author's note at the very end of this chapter. I need someone to hear me out, like, please. Or read, maybe?

Anyway, here you go. Sorry to keep you waiting. This is sorta fluffy, I guess?

Everyone has already decided to leave me alone with the pain.

[Dan's POV] (a lil bit angst ahead)

Another punch landed on my face. The sound of smacking heard across the room. Pain started flowing on my cheek, making me fall down.

"Useless little shit."

I heard a belt unclasping, making me shiver in fright. I knew what was going to happen. I don't know why, but I just know.

They have been doing this for so long, I can't even calculate the time. Locking me in this room, while tying a piece of cloth on my eyes to make me unable to see.

I don't even know who, or what are the faces of my abusers are like.

I heard the sound of the belt swinging, dividing the air before landing on my back. I didn't feel a thing, until suddenly the burning feeling came in.

Tears started to flow once more, wetting the cloth covering my eyes. Just when the pain was about to reach its highest, another swing hit my back.

And again, and again, and again.

He pulled my shirt up, showing my scars. I can feel them pulsing in  pain.

Then, he poured a whole bottle of alcohol right on my back.

"AHHH!"

I screamed my throat out, waking myself up.

I rubbed my back, in search of any scars, trying to look for any scattering meat around my back. I found nothing.

But why do I still feel the pain?

I hear the sound of stomping before a confused Phil popped up. "Hey Dan. You okay?"

"Uh, hey. I'm okay, sorry for waking you up."

"It's fine. I'm hungry, anyways."

He smiled at me, before going to the kitchen to search for food. I sat up, trying to recollect my mind, still 'lagging' due to just waking up.

I looked over to Phil, whose back was facing me. He was still shirtless from sleeping. I can't help but stare at his bare skin, so very pale, contrasting with his oh-so-fluffy looking jet black hair. His skin seems so smooth, if only I could touch it for myself..

I mentally slapped myself. What the hell, Dan?

I quickly turned away, feeling myself blush a little. God, I hope Phil didn't see that.

"Hey Dan? Want some breakfast?"

"No thanks, I'm quite good."

"Oh come on. You have to work, right? At least have some cereal." He pulled me into the kitchen, not even caring for my answer. He sat me down on the kitchen stool.

He passed me the cereal and a box of milk, and I poured it all in without reading the lable. I continued spooning (not sexual, okay?) the cereal into my mouth mindlessly, lost in my own sea of thoughts.

"Dan?"

"Hmm?" I focused my attention for the first time since breakfast.

"You probably shouldn't wash your hair yet. You know, the bleeding and all of that. Unless it's dry already."