The Love We Share

8.

A/N:
Oh sorry it's been a long time
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If there's any errors, sorry 😂
The photo is where I am while writing this
I'm listening to Ghost Halsey and agh
K

I felt shocked, I felt lost.
But most of all, I felt betrayed.
"Of course it's me! Who else would it be mate?" He winked at me.
"W-where's Phil?" My voice came out much quieter than I expected.
"I'm sorry Danny boy, I couldn't quite hear you there, what did you say?"
This bitch was getting on my nerves.
"I said, where's Phil?" I said, my voice more stern than last time.
"Oh once more?"
"Where the FUCK is Phil?" bounced off the shiny walls, he drew back, relaxing into the chair.
He whistled.
"Oh Chriiiiiisss? Mind bringing in Philly boy?"
"Of course!" Chris's voice came from across the room, and I turned to see him standing, leaning against the doorframe of the entrance. How did I not notice him before?

"Why are you doing this Pj?" I looked directly into his eyes, which held within a devilish glint.
"Oh for the fun." He said to himself, as he took a knife from his pocket and poked the tip against his index finger and began to spin the knife around.
"You could have killed him!"
"Oh Dan, Dan, Dan. I wouldn't go so far as to killing him, but to hurt him was my purpose."
"But why?" I felt tears well up on a again.
"Because I wanted to just slowly kill off Phil once and for all."
"What?" I gasped, then clutched my stomach at the immediate pain. I couldn't believe what came out of his mouth. Why would he want to kill Phil?
"You see," he got up and started to pace around. "I've always felt like this. I never knew how to control it. These urges, the feelings," he sat back down, staring at me with a sincerity I hadn't seen before. "I love you Dan."
"No." My voice came out as a whisper as I glared at him.
"I will never love you. Especially not after what you've done to Phil."
"But he was in the way!" Pj wined. "He loves you more than I do. And no one can love you more than me."
Did he just say Phil, the love of my life, loved me back? I had seen the letter but I'd never heard it out loud. My heart jumped and my breath hitched as I stared at him in disbelief.
"H-he really does love me?" I stuttered.
"Duh, are you blind? Even I can see it-" he was interrupted by a door slamming on the other side of the hall.
"OI!" I heard Chris yell, "I've got the little blighter!"
Pj clapped his hands together. "Alright then. Let's get this show on the road!"

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Phil was slumped in a chair less than a metre away from me, but there was nothing I could do to reach him, as Chris had a knife to Phil's throat. "Just in case you try something crafty," he had said.
"So, down to business. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." He smiled, slicing his thumb across his neck.
"Please can we just get this over with?" I already felt tears well up as I looked at Phil's limp body.
"How about no?" Pj grinned, an evil glint in his eye. "You do as I say, or he dies." Pj threw his knife and I gasped as it hit the chair right next to Phil's head.
I cried out in pain and dropped to my knees. The pain escalated from my side, as I remembered I'd done something.
I looked down to see if there was any blood, and when I pulled my hand away, it still had dried blood from earlier, but a fresh layer of the glistening red liquid was sliding it's way down my arm.
"Dan? Are you okay? Dan!" Phil had noticed me on the floor, but I couldn't subdue to the pain. So I eased myself back up onto the chair.
"I'm okay Phil. Are you?"
He nodded, then winced.
"Alright Howell. Where's the money?"
"In the boot of the taxi. She's waiting outside."
"Fine. Chris, come with me. We'll lock the doors so they can't do anything."
After we heard the door slam, I limped over to Phil and examined his injuries. I cupped his face with my hands.
His face was warm and glistening tears were flowing.
"Hey hey don't cry."
(Craft! Sorry...)
He smiled up at me. I walked around the back where Phil's hands were cuffed to the chair. I quickly grabbed the bobby pin from my jean pocket and picked the lock.
"How did you-?" Phil had began before I interrupted him by pressing my lips to his. The kiss was soft, and sweet.
He was the first to pull away, and he beamed up at me.
"Hold on." I grabbed my phone and dialed 999.
"Police Department what is your emergency?"
"Hi, my friend and I have been kidnapped by two people, and we are in Eastwood High. Please send a few police cars."
"thank you for telling us sir. Do you and your friend have any injuries?"
"Uh, yeah." I said shakily. I protectively put my hand to my side. "Their names are Pj Ligouri and Chris Kendall."
"Alright. The police cars will be approximately two minutes."
"Thankyou." I hung up and slipping the phone back into my pocket, I looked underneath my blood soaked shirt. I really shouldn't have.
There was a deep gash, and blood had been drying and cracking.
"Dan! That looks so painful! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I promise." I pecked his lips. "What about your hand? You got stabbed Phil!"
I glanced over at his right hand to see a small wound.
"Uh yeah I'm fine. It turns out his knife was blunt. " he chuckled.
"Oh. About earlier, when I said I love-" His warm hand on my side stopped me as it rested just over my wound. Warmth spread over the wound and through my veins and I shivered at his touch.
He opened his eyes and smiled.
"We'll talk about this later okay?"
I smiled and cupped his face with my hands, reassuring him.
He smiled weakly.
"Alright." I whispered.
I grabbed his non injured hand and slowly hauled him up off the chair.
"Can you walk?"
"I'm not sure, but I think one of my legs is broken."
I grabbed him and lifted him up bridal style, carrying him through the big double doors and down the long, winding hallways. He smiled up at me, his eyes glistening with tears, before falling unconscious in my arms.

A/N
SORRY
I didn't mean to make it this long but okay
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