Controlled Bruises

Too good to be true

WARNINGS: swearing, domestic abuse, mention of violence, tiny mention of sexual stuff, use of "slut".

It felt like this blue cast was a silent, constant reminder of what Phil had done. In the 6 weeks of wearing it, not a harsh word or an angry shove had been passed between the two of us. From the stairs incident, my right side had been left littered with bruises; blues, purples and yellows covered the skin. Every night, the dark of our bedroom would be filled with quiet whispers. Kisses along every mark on my body, soft touches each accompanied with as many sorrys that could be spoken before sleep over took us both.

What had happened a few weeks ago, I could completely forget about for now. Everything Phil did showed remorse and we were back to being the Dan and Phil that everyone knew. We'd filmed a couple gaming videos and both of us had uploaded to our own channels. Before we knew it we were on week 7 with the cast, sat in the waiting room to finally get it removed.

According to the doctor, my wrist had made a full recovery, luckily no other appointments were needed unless it starts playing up. I thanked him and left as quickly as possible, it had taken longer than we thought to remove the cast and I had a live show tonight. By the time we got back home, it was already coming up to 9 o'clock.

"I'm gonna do my live show now." I said as I headed straight towards my room.

"Okay, I'm gonna start the pasta while you're doing it then." Phil replied as I left him searching through the kitchen cupboards.

By the time I had quickly tidied up my bed a bit, logged into Younow and eventually been able to go live, I was only a few minutes late. The chat was full of people complaining about my lateness, a few suggesting that I'd probably been held up by certain activities including Phil.

"Hey guys!" I greeted them cheerfully, focussing on tweeting out the link before I did anything else.

I carried on the broadcast like usual, but as time went on the same thing kept propping up in the chat. I ignored it to start with, every week there was some sort of new speculation about me and Phil. They were more persistent with this one though, every couple of seconds there was another message about it.

-OMFG IS THAY A HICKEY???!?
-DANIEL WHAT HQVE YIU BEEN UP 2??
-WE ALL KNOW WHERE HE GOT THRAG FROM  XD !!11!!!

Startled, I stared at my reflection on the screen, and they were right. The memory of a couple nights ago flashed through my mind. With the now nightly routine of Phil's soft touches across my skin, he may have gotten slightly carried away where I previously had the large burn on the side of my neck. His gentle kisses had turned into nibbling and sucking, soon leaving me breathless as he tainted my skin with the colours.

In the rush of today, I hadn't even thought about covering them up, my t-shirt not even attempting to hide them. I felt my cheeks flush up the same colour as my neck once I realised it was so obvious what was there. Coughing awkwardly I covered my mouth, then swiftly leaned over so I could use the same hand to rest my chin on. If I stayed in this angle the blotches were mostly covered by my arm. But of course, the damage was already done.

Continuing the live show, the chat was split between people knowing exactly what I was trying to do, and others completely oblivious.

At only 40 minutes in, I felt too awkward to carry on, hastily saying goodbyes and making up excuses about starting dinner. They didn't all buy it but none the less I quickly shut down the website, huffing out a frustrated sigh.

"For fuck sake..." I mumbled under my breath, making my way to the lounge.

"What's up?" Phil asked, distracted by the laptop in front of him