one shots [phan]

Soap

Chapter 2: Soap

Word Count:  673

Song:  Soap by Melanie Martinez

*:.｡..｡.:*･Think I got myself I trouble, so I'll fill the bath with bubbles･*:.｡. .｡.:*

Tears slip down my face as I slam the bathroom door shut. I turn the bath's faucet on and grab a towel. I continue to sob grossly as I take off my light pink sweater, baby blue jeans, and boxers. I take the purple flower crown off of my brown hair and gently place it on top of my sweater. Sniffling, I step into the warm bath and submerge myself.

My tears continue to roll down my soft cheeks as I play with the bubbles.

I think back to what happened a mere 30 minutes ago.

I should of never said the word love.

Who knew the word "love" could bring so much pain. I cringe as I think of the way he screamed as he told me that he never loved me, and our relationship was a mere game.

I gave him everything, but the only thing he didn't want was my love.

I said too much, it overflowed.

God, I wish I never spoke.

I felt as though what Josh and I had was love, and oh, was that foolish of me.

His hands never felt gentle, his eyes were never warm. His fists felt hard against my skin and sent waves of shock rippling through me. I didn't expect him to attack me when I told him I loved him.

"Love" is supposed to be a good word, not one that makes your boyfriend yell at you and punch you in the face.

As soon as Josh hit me, I ran.

I grabbed my house keys and burst out the door, telling him to never contact me again. I ran down the moonlit street until I reached my flat. Luckily, my roommate wasn't home to see me franticly sprint up the stairs in a catastrophic state.

I sniff loudly as I take my hand out from under the water. I bring it to my cheek softly and wince.

Its definitely swollen, and most likely bruised.

I bring my hand down from my cheek and look at my pruned fingers. I sigh as I pull the plug out and let the lukewarm water flow down the drain. Carefully, I step out of the bath and grab a towel. I dry myself off and put my sweater and jeans back on.

Using my hand, I wipe the fog off of the bathroom mirror enough to see my own reflection. I ruffle my brown, curly hair and place my purple flower crown back on.

I throw my towel aside, unlock the door, and step out. I breathe in slowly as I step down the stairs. I can hear Adventure Time playing on the TV as I step off down from the stairs. I walk into the lounge to see Phil eagerly watching Jake and Finn take on another adventure.

I step on a floorboard and it creaks loudly, gaining Phil's attention. He spins around quickly and greats me with a smile.

"Hey Dan! I didn't expect you to be home this ear-" Phil says, freezing mid sentence. His smile falters as he stands up and walks over to me. "What happened Danny?" He asks, pointing to my bruised cheek. "J-josh happened, Phil." I say, stuttering. "He h-hit me, told me our l-love was a game!" I say angrily.

Phil grabs me and pulls me into a tight hug. "Its alright Dan, you're safe now." Phil says softly readjusting the flower crown on my head.

He holds me in his warm embrace for a few minutes, then lets me go. I face him with wide eyes.

"Keep your chin up, Flower Prince." Phil says, softly cupping my chin in his hands. Before I can register anything, he places his soft lips on mine, giving me a gently kiss. I feel my cheeks heat up as he pulls away.

"I'll never let him hurt you again."