paradise//phan au

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Dan was gloomy the next day. Which was understandable. He hadn't spoken to anyone, not even Louise (who stayed near him anyway). In his lessons, he didn't participate, hell, he didn't even take notes. Dan didn't want to be alone with his parents, or with the people at school, but he knew he was being pathetic. A baby. His fourteen year old brother had left for a boarding school to get the best education possible, and here Dan was, moping around and feeling sorry for himself. It was at the end of the day that Dan crossed paths with Martyn and his minions.

"Hey there, Danny, I haven't seen you for a while!" Martyn shouted from a few metres behind Dan. Dan carried of walking, ignoring the fools. He heard them conversing behind him, exchanging a few 'is he ignoring us?' And 'let's beat the shit out of him!' Typical, really. Dan rolled his eyes, shrugged his backpack further onto his shoulder and carried on walking. It was about 30 seconds later when he heard footsteps, obviously approaching. He started feeling uneasy. It could very well be them, but it could also very well not be, although Dan was almost certain of the former. He steadied his breathing and carried on his way.

Someone grabbed his shoulder. Martyn, to be exact. He pulled Dan away from the eyes of onlookers, into a public bathroom sort of thing, Dan was too panicked to register the details. His eyes were wide, breathing ragged, as he struggled against the older boy's grip.
"Stop struggling, Howell, you'll make it worse for yourself." Martyn sneered. Dan listened to him, because he knew it was the truth. Dan shakily looked at the people behind Martyn. Martyn's brother and two people Dan didn't know the names of.

Once they reached the last cubicle, Martyn halted. And there was silence. Complete and utter silence, save for Dan's scared and uneven breathing. Dan waited. For anything to happen. And finally something did.

Martyn pulled Dan into the vacant cubicle, and Dan knew what he was about to do. Dan would have shouted for help, but he knew it was useless because 1) they would beat him to death and 2) no one was there. And no one cared.

So Dan fell limp, stopped struggling, and didn't fight when Martyn shoved his head into the toilet bowl. How unsanitary. Martyn held Dan there for what was probably about 30 seconds. (which, frankly, made Dan want to vomit, I mean his head was in a toilet.) After a while, Martyn pulled Dan's head out, and after Dan gasped in air, Martyn shoved his head back in. This process was repeated a few times, but the last was the worst. Martyn kept Dan under for what felt like hours. Dan's lungs were aching for air, his vision blacking, and Dan was on the brink of fainting when Martyn pulled him out. Dan gasped and scraped for air, and the feeling of it in his lungs was extremely pleasurable.

Martyn and his crew laughed while Dan's head swayed and felt too heavy for his body. All but Martyn's brother. A look of....sympathy(?) in his eyes. When Dan had almost recovered, Martyn spoke up, but not to Dan. To his brother. "Oi, give him a punch, will ya? I can't do all the work." Martyn yawned, stretching his knuckles. Martyn's brother looked reluctant, but stepped forward anyway. Dan was too dizzy to register the situation he was in.

Martyn's brother leant before Dan and raised his fist. Dan looked up, blinking a few times, and saw bright, blue eyes looking into his. Then his head snapped to the side, and a searing pain traveled up his cheekbone. He heard a faint voice which said something along the lines of 'Another.' Then Dan's nose was aching and liquid was seeping from it. Dan didn't even squeak. After that came the verbal abuse (which was pointless, because Dan couldn't even hear properly) and then they left, leaving Dan leaning against the bathroom wall.

Dan closed his eyes and focused in his breathing. Until he heard footsteps. For Pepe's sake, leave me alone! (Ayeeeeee) Dan thought. He opened one eye, and saw Martyn's brother standing before him. His eyes and his hair contrast well. "W-what's your n- name?" Dan croaked. Martyn's brother looked shocked. "Your asking me for my name after I punched the shit out of your face?!" He responded. Dan shrugged and coughed.

Martyn's brother sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Phil. " Dan looked up. "It suits you." Dan said, his voice finally starting to work. Phil shook his head and sat down across from Dan. Dan coughed again and rubbed the blood from his nose with his sweater. He then looked down, displeased. "I should really stop wearing my favourite jumpers to school" Dan scowled, earning a laugh from Phil. That was a beautiful sound.

Phil stood up and grabbed some paper towels from a rack near the basin. He leant near Dan and started wiping at his wounds. Dan was dipping into unconsciousness when Phil lifted him up and draped Dan's arm over his shoulder. "I'm all gross and wet from toilet water." Dan croaked. Phil chuckled and helped Dan walk out of the bathroom, then into a foreign car. Dan obliged and sat in the passenger seat, leaning his head against the window. Phil got in the driver seat and started the car. Only when they were driving did Dan consider the possibility that this was all a trap. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?" Dan mumbled.

"No, I promise. "

That was enough to satisfy Dan and he fell into a light slumber.

Dan was woken a while later by Phil shaking his shoulder. "Hey Dan, uhm, where's your house? Not in a creepy way, uh, I just can't really take you to mine, cuz, you know..."

"Down that road, then left, right. I'm number 62." He said. Phil was quite surprised that Dan actually told him, but followed the directions nonetheless. Once upon arrival at Dan's house, Phil helped Dan through the front door and onto a sofa. "Okay, um, well I should be going, uh, Martyn will be wondering where I've been...." Phil ran a hand through his hair. A habit. "Okay."

"So..... see ya?"

"Okay."

Phil turned and walked to the front door.

"Thank you, Phil." Dan said, and in return, got a small smile. That was beautiful.

Once Phil had left, Dan sighed, closed his eyes, and smiled.

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Hehehhehehey so new chapta

This made me sad while writing it. I had to listen to Sugar We're Going Down to cheer myself up. I go through a lot for y'all.

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(lol I said 'YOUUUU' and it autocoreccted to YouTube ha my phone knows me so well)

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