Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

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~Dan's POV

"You're such an idiot!" I hear Phil's laugh, it's like music to my ears.

"I know, it's one of my best qualities," I say back. He shakes his head in dismissal, but still manages to keep a smile on. We sit on the couch, watching some stupid program. It was just noise to me. Like static. I only focused on Phil.

I was taking my time. I could, now that I knew where Phil felt that we stood. That he wanted to not be just roommates. On the night when I found him drunk and he said that he loved me, I had my doubts. Naturally.

I refused to believe it at first. There was no reason, no indication for me to even ponder before that point the possibility of him hiding feelings like that from me. Also Phil often told lies or muttered meaningless statements when intoxicated. Although, I started to change my mind as I realized that his confession wasn't just meaningless words.

The chance of it being true drove me crazy, I needed to know if Phil had admitted his real feelings or not. So I tested him. It was manipulative in a way, but the only thing I could think to do. I got close to him, so much that I could see his pupils dilate. His hands began to tremble. His brow began to glisten with sweat and his cheeks turned a vibrant red. It was then obvious, Phil hadn't lied. I knew his secret.

It was like my smirk was tattooed on my face, there was no way I could get it off. I watched Phil leaned over, his shoulders hunched. He was so distracted by the show he had failed to see I was more interested in him than the TV. I turn my head and look away as he stretches and stands up slowly. He tells me he needed the bathroom, I let him go. I watch him walk away, content with scanning his body without notice.

He was just perfect, as close as a human being could get. In my eyes at least. Even though it's like my vision is always clouded by darkness and the horror I go through, he's like light at the of the tunnel. I feel drawn to him and that if I ever reach him and have him, all that darkness will just melt away. I had a goal in mind. It was to do exactly that. Have him.

Ding!

I hear my phone and without looking, lean over and grab it. I realize it's not mine once I see the screensaver of the puppy chasing a cat. I smile, but suddenly I frown. The notification was a text. He doesn't talk with barely anyone besides me. And I knew my contact name. This wasn't me. My heart started racing and I swore I could feel my blood begin to boil.

Who the fuck is Jonathan?

I enter his password, obviously knowing it. I stopped for a moment, knowing it was wrong to invade his privacy. A bigger part of me didn't care, couldn't care as the need to know was unbearable. I went into his contacts and click on the name. I hoped I would find nothing, but my wish failed to be granted. My knees felt weak and my hands trembled. The words said it all. They confirmed all my fears. It got harder and harder to breathe as I read them.

Phil: Hey, can I come over now? My roommate's out...

John: Yeah sure, I'll be ready for you :)

Phil: Can't wait...

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John: I had fun last night, it was amazing. Mainly because I was with you..

Phil: I know John, it was pretty great.

John: So you wanna get dinner tonight?

Phil: I would love nothing more

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John: Happy three month anniversary Phil <3

Phil: Happy anniversary John

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"Hey Dan I just- wait, what're you doing with my phone?"

I cock my head towards him, a combination of emotions revealed on my face. Phil's expression falls. He moves towards me cautiously, almost like he's afraid. He should be. I felt as if I was a bomb about to blow.

"Did you go through it? I don't understand why you did that. I'm sure there's things you weren't happy with that you found," he exclaimed bluntly.

"To hell I did," I uttered hoarsely.

I was losing control, I could tell. I was losing rationally, all sense and my ability to stay calm. Phil looked between me and the phone. It was them he realized what I'd seen. His jaw clenched and eyes locked with mine.

"You have no right to invade my property like that Dan. That's personal.." I scoff, not wanting to even giving him the satisfaction of a glance from me.

"You kept this from me Phil." Anger swelled in me. I was uncontrollable.

I screamed, "THERE ARE NO SECRETS ANYMORE!!!"

One minute I'm yelling, the next I was throwing the phone across the room as hard I could. I didn't flinch at the noise of it breaking and the glass shattering. I was too enveloped in my rage. I couldn't remember ever being so angry as I was in that moment.

"Holy shit what is WRONG with you!!? You can't just do that!! My god you're completely psychotic." Phil attempted to pick up the pieces, but there were too many. I paced the room, wanting to leave but deciding not to. Phil craned his neck to face me with a furious glare. I still showed no signs of distress, I had placed my wall in front of those emotions for now, knowing it would eventually crumble. "Secrets? Who are you to tell me about secrets. You're practically a walking enigma you fucking hypocrite."

I raised my arms in frustration. "My shit has nothing to do with you. If you knew you'd only hate me for it. I was protecting you, unlike what you were doing. Fucking liar," I spat. We were now only a foot away from eachother. I could see his fists balled up, resting at his sides. I knew he wanted to throw a punch, but I was also aware that I couldn't throw one back. I just, didn't want to. But, that didn't stop him. He didn't hesitate.

Phil swung.

Blood leaks from my face as I stumble and fall to me knees. I hear Phil screaming at me, but it's all jumbled. I make some it out. Get out. Get out now...

I don't know what else to do but obey. As I leave, I grab something I knew I needed. My butcher knife. I slam the door and start walking.

Things were about to get rough...

Sorry for the typos :)