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5. This is All My Fault

Dan's POV:

I grab my scarf, a jumper, my keys and my phone. I leave a note just in case I come home late. I make my way to Phil's house even though I feel like shit. I know what they did to him and I need to make sure he's okay. Phillip is more important.

It doesn't take too long before I get to his house. Like every house on this street, there is a gate that surrounds the house.

What now?

After thinking it through, I decide to try and jump over it. It wasn't easy considering that it was at least some 7 feet tall. (Idk how he did it. he has powers or something ╮(╯▽╰)╭ )

Once I'm finally inside, I let myself into his house and call out for him awkwardly.

"Phil?" No answer. "Hello?"

I walk up stairs to the second floor.

Is he even home? His car was outside and the door was unlocked so he must be.

"Phil?" I try again.

"In here," he says weakly. It came from the 3rd door into the hallway.

I walk into a bedroom that has a large window for a wall. The scenery is beautiful. He has a forest for a backyard. I'm sure you can also see the sunset from here. The walls are pretty bare except for one or two posters here and there. He also has a couple lion stuffed animals.

I look around, but still can't find Phil. I notice a half open door and go over to check what's inside.

It's a bathroom. It has gray cabinets and everything else is white. The only color comes from a couple of green house plants.

I find Phil with his knees up to his chest sitting on the floor against a wall. He looks horrible. His eyes are red from crying. There are tears running down his cheeks. He has a bit of dried blood on his chin and on his fingers. Under his chin is a purple bruise that stands out from his pale skin. His clothes are all wrinkled and dirty.

I rush over and kneel next to him.

"P-Phil!" My hands hover over his body. I'm scared to hurt him with my touch. "Who did this to you?!"

He looks up at me and forces a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "It was an accident. I tripped and fell down the stairs, but I'm ok. You don't need to worry about anything."

"Don't lie, Phil," I say softly as I comb my fingers through his tangled hair.

"I just fell down the stairs," he says without looking up at me.

"Oh yeah? Then why are your clothes dirty? And why do you have a bruise under your jaw?" I ask as I lift his chin to examine it.

"I was in the uh-garden and I accidentally dropped my phone on my face?" He said it like it was a question.

You suck at lying.

"Phillip, who did it?" I ask in a more serious tone. 

"I-I...," I don't let him continue because his eyes start watering and it breaks my heart.

"Shhh, it's okay. Come here." I extend my arms and hug his shaking form lightly. "I just want you to know that they will never come near you again." I whisper the last bit to myself. "This is all my fault."

"N-no it's not, Dan. It's my fault. It always is. I-I wasn't being careful," he stutters.

"It wasn't your fault. Whoever this person is will pay for what they did to you," I say angrily.