Adopted by Dan And Phil (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter ten

I somehow convinced dad to let me stay home. His only rules were that I stay in my room. I could deal with that. I wasn't getting bored scrolling through tumblr. I don't think that's possible, though. Oh well.

Dad checked on my before he went to bed at ten PM. "Hey, honey," he said, sitting on my bed. "You okay?" He asked. I could see the tiredness and worry in his eyes.

"Y-yeah. I'm okay." Lies. I wasn't okay. I was falling apart, trying not to break down in tears. Then dad said what I wanted him to say.
"Don't lie to me."

I broke down and cried in his shoulder. "I'm scared, dad. I scared Uncle Dan while hurt me!" I sobbed. Dad held me close and rubbed my back. "Darling, it'll be okay. I won't let him hurt you." I continued crying, there was no sign I would stop soon.

"If it'll make you feel safer, you can sleep in my room with me." He suggested. I pulled my head out of his shoulder to look at him. Looking at his shirt, there was a big wet spot from my tears. "Sorry, about that," I said sheepishly. "I'd like to stay with you tonight." I said, blushing a bit.

I could've walked, but Dad decided to carry me. His room was warm and it felt nice. He set me on the bed and went to find a new shirt that wasn't tear stained. Dad has really warm blankets. Obviously, I snuggled into them, embracing the warmth on my cool skin. Before I knew it, I was out like a light.

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I heard screaming coming from the lounge area at two in the morning. I sat up quickly, my heart rate speeding up. I recognized the voices. Dan was drunk, I could hear it in his voice. I breathing started to go ragged, and I couldn't breathe. Tears clouded my vision as I fumbled for my phone. I texted David, praying he was awake.

To: David
Help me. They're fighting again. Panic attack. -Amanda

I sent the text, hoping he would answer and understand it. Not even a minute later, I got a text from him.

From: David
It'll be okay. If your dad has his phone, text him and come to my flat. You can stay the night.

I smiled and replied back with a 'k'. My panic attack was starting to come to an end. I texted dad and told him I was going to David's and slid out of bed. I walked to his dresser and got a pair of socks since I wouldn't have time for shoes.

I bolted toward the front door, opening and closing it quietly. I could hear them yelling from outside, and I didn't like it. I went down the steps to David's flat. He was right under us so, it wasn't hard to find.

I texted him I was outside. Not even a minute later, he was at the door. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Not that it was a bad thing, but it was unexpected. "Oh, Amanda," he said, embracing me. He was warm. I felt safe in his arms.

He let go and dropped his arms by his side. Then I noticed it. I couldn't see them earlier when we met because it was cold and we were wearing coats. Now, I could see them clearly. The cuts. Some old and forming into scars, and some new and fresh as if he did them twenty minutes ago.

"David, why?" I asked, staring at his fore-arms. "Wha-" he was confused for a minute. Then he understood. "Depression." He stated, looking down. He had an ashamed look on his face.

"You probably hate me," he said. I saw tears trickle down his face. "I don't. I'd be hating myself even more if I did." I said as I rolled up my sleeves. My wrists were littered with all kinds of scars. Small ones, long ones, ones that looked shallow, and ones that looked deep.

David grabbed my wrists and held them delicately. Then he did what I didn't expect, he kissed my scars. Every single one. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks as he did so. When he was done, I grabbed his arms and did the same.

We walked into his flat and sat on the couch. It was nearly three in the morning. David turned on the TV and looked at me. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

GIRLFRIEND?! He wants me to be his girlfriend! "Yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend!" I answered with no hesitation. I kissed him on the lips and smiled. Life was starting to get better. Now I just had to figure out what I was going to do tomorrow morning if Dan and Dad were still fighting.

I fell asleep in David's embrace as the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas started. Shit Christmas was soon.

A/N: Well, hello lovelies. I hope school is going great for you guys. I have a C+ in two classes so I'm screwed. Someone wanted me to put I'm Not Okay by MCR in this story so I did. If you are that person, you're welcome. Stay Happy, Not Crappy :) Stay gold, Ponyboy ;)