Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

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(3 hours earlier)

~Phil's POV

To: Dan

Where are you?

Message Delivered

It'd been hours since I last saw him, he left without saying anything. He was doing this constantly, more than usual I guess. It was frustrating, being friends with someone who was so secretive. I mean, I knew who Dan was, I just had no idea who he turned into once he was alone.

Although, I wasn't perfect either. I had my own secrets. For instance, I hadn't stopped seeing the guy I went on a date with a while ago. He was boring, but tolerable. I knew Dan wouldn't approve, like he usually doesn't with my taste in men, so I hide him. I have no plan to tell him either, I just found it wasn't Dan's business.

Me and him have been actually going out regularly. Dan hardly notices as he's out so often. I just leave minutes after he does to avoid suspicion. His name's Jonathan, I could learn to like him. I have no other options really.

I wish that was it, that having a boyfriend was the only thing kept from Dan. There was more.

Sometimes, I have this weird unsettling feeling in my stomach when I'm around Dan, it's been happening a lot lately. He'll do the simplest thing, like hold open a door, or flash me a smile or simply look my way. It's almost like a fluttering sensation.

Some would say it's butterflies. I choose to believe that's wrong.

But, I drive myself insane as I think and say to myself... what if it is? This is often when I run back to old habits. By that I mean I find Dan's alcohol and drink. Drink until I begin to forget.

He doesn't know that I've seen him hiding the odd bottle of booze. He thinks I haven't drank in years.

It's really only been days...

Right now I needed one, I just had to have some. I missed the flavour, the burning feeling in my throat. I get up from the couch and head for the garage.

I swing the heavy door open, ignoring the slamming of it against the wall. I stumble down the steps and head to the corner. I push the boxes aside to find a small bottle of strong whiskey. I greedily snatched it from its hiding place, thanking god that he hadn't moved it.

Nearly any of it was gone, it must've been a new bottle. I quickly began unscrewing the top, smiling at the satisfying pop sound of the lid. I smelled the aroma of the golden liquor, loving the familiarity of it. I gripped the bottle with both hands as I slowly tipped it up and place it to my mouth, the cold glass was startling but was replaced by the whiskey. I groaned, not knowing how much I missed this until now. I swallowed, the familiar tingling lingering in my throat.

I had a rule whenever I snuck a sip, to make sure that it was to stay only a sip. I couldn't go and chug half a bottle, Dan would notice. I'd be found out and I know he wouldn't keep anymore booze in the house if I was sneaking some of it.

Dan, he cared a lot for me. I'd only begun to realize that. He doesn't say it, but he shows it. He's kind without using his words. I think I like that more, it shows I'm important. That I'm a priority.

No, the feelings back. That awful feeling inside of me. Desire, yearning, craving. I wanted Dan, a part of me did. I just didn't know which one.

I can't take it, I tip the bottle again letting the liquid fill my mouth for a second time. I hiss, forgetting how strong it was.

Slumping against the cold wall, I continue to drink, not caring about my rule. It didn't matter. In that moment, it seemed as if nothing did. Except him...

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(Present Time)

~Dan's POV

"Oh my god Phil, what did you do?"

He stumbles on his own feet as he approaches me. The stench is almost unbearable, he must've drank the entire bottle. I have no idea how he's still conscious, any normal person would be passed out on the floor covered in their vomit from what he'd drank. I couldn't believe he'd found my hidden whiskey, what was he doing in the garage?

I had no time to think about that, Phil began to fall and I reached out, catching him under his arms. He stood up again and patted my shoulder.

"Thanks Danny boy. You're the bestest," he muttered. I shook my head, so disappointed with both of us.

"Sure Phil," I said sadly, not knowing what to say. He'd been sober for so long, I was so proud of him. Alcohol brought out the worst side of his personality, I hadn't seen him drunk in years. I'm not scared of much, but I am of him when he's wasted. I have no idea if he'll just starting swearing or punch the wall. The unpredictability was what got to me. Although, I guess people fear me for the same reason.

"Heeeey Dan, I missed yeeeu. You abbadoneeed meee," he slurred. I shook my head, not knowing what to do. I had to think of what I used to do when he came home like this.

"We'll I'm here now Phil. Do you need anything?" He dropped the bottle suddenly, making me jump. He looked down delayed and frantically gasped.

"OH SHIT! Sorryeee. Silly me, I got butterfingers," he giggled. I was surprised at how he was acting, not as aggressive as normal. Maybe I should put him to bed before that part of him decides to make an appearance. I definitely didn't miss that part of this process.

"Phil, it's getting late. What do you want to do?" I took a step back, not knowing what'd he would do. I watched him scratch his head and slump his shoulders.

"I feeeel sleepy," he exasperated. I huffed a sigh in relief, knowing how easily he would fall asleep. I'd keep him in here, let him sleep in my bed as its be hard getting him back to his room anyways. He could puke or wet the bed, but I could always clean it.

"You wanna lay down here Phil?" I asked gently, not wanting to disrupt him. He nodded slowly, beginning to shuffle towards my bed. I lifted up the duvet as he fell down with a thump. He curled into a ball, keeping his legs close to his chest.

"I arguh yould shelyay makggo..."

I nodded my head "Yeah of course Phil. I know." I softly laid the comforter on him, thankful that he was falling asleep. I ran into my bathroom and grabbed the little garbage, putting it right beside him.

"That's there for you Phil if you needed it."

"Why would I neeeeed that? I feel grrrreat!" He muffled into my pillow.

"Just in case," I whispered. "Goodnight Phil, sweet dreams."

I reached to shut off the light, but stopped. I heard him say something.

"G'night. I... I love you. But don't tell Dan..."

I turn off the light, darkness envelops me. And as it did, I feel my heart skip a beat.

He loves me...

This update is long overdue :/ Hopefully I made up for it?? Next chapter will be soon, I can promise that this time