Phan-Near Death Experiences

Chapter 16-Unexpected

Dan's POV.

'I didn't think you'd be back so soon,' He sighed, standing up and ruffling his hair. I threw my keys down onto the table and looked him up and down. He looked dreadful; the worse I'd ever seen him. 'I'd have put the kettle on if I had known you'd be home this early,' He laughed with a slight hint of anger in his voice.

'Sorry,' I said, unsure. Why is he acting so nice? 'I'm not really in the mood for talking to you.' His face dropped at my words, almost over exaggeratedly.

'Why? There's no harm in talking, is there?' He frowned, standing up and taking a few strides towards me, which made me recoil a few steps backwards. 'What's wrong, Daniel? Is it the voices again?' He cackled, stumbling backwards and walking away from me. 'You're looking pathetic!' He yelled from the kitchen.

'You need to leave,' I demanded as I followed him, slamming my hands down angrily on the kitchen table.

'This is pretty much my home too as well as yours. You can't tell me what to do-'

'THIS HAS NEVER BEEN YOUR FUCKING HOME!' I screamed, to which he grinned and forcefully pinned me against the wall, his forearm pressed tightly to my throat. I clawed at his arm, drawing blood, as I gasped for air.

I cried out in agony as he sharply brought his knee up into my stomach. I gasped, relieved to have air as he released his grip on my throat but delivered a hard up-cut to my jaw.

'When did you become so arrogant?' He yelled, delivering another harsh blow to my jaw and I collapsed to the floor. 'You know, I used to like you, Dan. I used to think you were sweet, charming even.' He yanked me up off of the floor without any strain what so ever. 'But then I realised, what a dick you can be,' he spat, slamming me into the wall; his face so close to mine I could smell the sharp presence of alcohol on his breath.

Gasping for air, my stomach heaving, I kicked him hard in the knee. He crumpled onto the floor in pain, and I ran across the room to the phone. Frantically, I dialled one of the only numbers I could memorize, willing for the person to answer.

'Hey, I'm pretty much outside-'

'No, don't come into the flat! He's here,' I turned behind me to see him rummaging through the kitchen cupboards and draws, finally pulling out a sharp kitchen knife.

'Who?'

I whispered a reply, hands shaking and eyes never leaving the figure that was brandishing a long, gleaming blade. I ran into the nearest bedroom, Phil's.

'PJ.'