Can I Be Your Number One? (Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire Fanfiction).

Chapter Eleven.

I arrive back home laden with grocery bags after spending an hour with Dan. "Zo?" Tay calls from the kitchen.
"Yeah?" I answer him when I come into the kitchen with the bags.
"Here, let me help you," Tay says, grabbing some bags. I look over at the stove and see a couple of pans, one with sauce making bubbling noises and the other one with steam coming out of it.
"Did you remember to get the basil?" Tay asks me.
"Yeah, it's in one of those bags." I reply as I put some groceries in the freezer. I made sure basil was the first thing I picked up when I went back to the grocery store, that way I wouldn't forget it. I hear Tay digging around in the bags and then he says, "Found it!"
He goes back to cooking dinner and I continue putting groceries away.
"So," Tay begins. I instantly know what he's going to say next. "What took so long at the store?"
"It was incredibly busy and then the traffic was a mess," I reply.
"Really?" Tay asks. "It didn't have anything to do with Dan?"
"What? No, why would I have seen Dan at the store?" I ask, frowning. I look at Tay and see him shrug.
"I know you're lying, Zo." Tay says after a few minutes of being quiet. I stop setting the table and turn around to see him glaring at me.
"I'm not lying," I reply. There have been times he's accused me of lying even when I didn't. He slams down the knife he was holding to slice bread with and steps towards me. I instinctively step back, bumping into the table behind me. He closes the distance in two long strides and grabs me by my wrists.
"Stop lying to me, you little bitch." He hisses in my face, causing me to flinch. "I can smell his cologne on you."
Smell Dan's cologne on me? I couldn't even smell Dan's cologne on himself. In one swift movement Tay raises his hand and my cheek is left stinging where he smacked me. Then he grabs me by my shoulders and slams me back on the table, knocking plates and silverware askew.
"Tay, please." I say, holding my hands up. While he begins to unbuckle his belt.
"Shut up!" He roars, pulling his belt free. Instead of doing what I thought he was getting ready to do, which is rape me, he folds his belt and hits me across the face with it, causing tears to spring from my eyes. He then proceeds to hit me across my legs with the belt, leaving whelps behind.
"Tay, please stop!" I beg, beginning to cry. I refuse to apologize, though. I might beg but I'm not apologizing. He drops the belt and squeezes his hand over my mouth, spitting in my face when he says, "I TOLD you to shut up."
I reach behind me on the table and grab the first thing I get my hands on, which is a plate. I slam it over his head before he can even realize what I'm doing. He let's go of my mouth, shuffling backwards while holding the top of his head. I then grab a fork and stab it in his leg before running towards the front door, Tay limping behind me. I run down the stairs as fast as I can and out the door, tears streaming down my cheeks. I hail a cab after running a block away and give him directions to Dan and Phil's apartment.
"Are you all right, dear?" The cabbie asks me, worry etched plainly on his face.
"No, just please drive as fast as you can." I tell him. "Before he gets here."
I look behind us and see Tay limping towards the cab.
"Hurry!" I sob. "Please."
The cabbie slams his foot down on the pedal and we lurch away from the curb, causing me to fall against the door and hit my head on the window. I'm shaking, crying, and where Tay hit me with the belt is throbbing. Each whelp on my leg has its own pulse.
One thing is for sure, I'm not going back to my apartment anytime soon.