unsaid things // phan (on hold)

Damaged

I will put a // when suicide/self harm/harsh or suggestive language/graphic depictions of violence are mentioned.

(DAN'S POV)
After school let out, I jogged over to Phil's house, almost out of breath by the time I got there because I'd never been an extremely active person. I walked up to the doorstep and rung the bell, waiting for about ten seconds before ringing it again. When no one answered this time, I began to worry.

"Calm your tits, I'm coming!" I heard Phil yell through the door.

"Did you just tell me to calm my tits?" I asked, laughing as Phil opened the door.

"Uh, yeah!" Phil said laughing as well. But my smile quickly faded when I saw the massive bruise on Phil's left eye.

"What's that?" I asked, worry clearly prominent in my voice.

"Oh, that's nothing, I just walked into a door. I'm really clumsy!" He reassured me. But that was the worst excuse I'd ever heard. My gaze drifted down to his arms which also had large, purple bruises on them. Now that I looked closer, I could also see several cuts and bruises on Phil's collar bone, clearly continuing down his torso but were now covered by a tee with a lion on it.

Phil met my gaze with a sad look in his eyes. The same look he'd given me that night we'd met. "Phil..." My voice trailed off as I looked his damaged figure up and down.

Phil looked down and he grabbed his left wrist as he invited me inside. He took me up to the familiar room I had once been in and we both sat on the colorful bed. "Phil," I started again, "Who did this to you?"

"Um... I...y-you can't t-tell anyone..." Phil warned me, and I nodded as I put my hand on his shoulder motioning for him to keep going. "I-it was m-my dad." He finished.

I looked at the blue eyed boy, too shocked to say anything. He looked away from me when I saw tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks. "I'm so sorry." I managed to choke out. "But why? Why would he want to hit you?"

"B-because... He never liked me, always t-told me I was a m-mistake... But then w-when he   f-found out I was gay..." Phil was full on sobbing now so I pulled him into a hug, my nose buried in his perfect, black, shining hair, his head on my chest making my shirt wet. But I didn't mind. "I'm just...I'm such a disappointment..." He finished.

"No, your not." Tears were welling up in my eyes now too, "You're perfect." I pulled him in tighter, never wanting to let go, wanting to stay in this moment and never leave. But sadly, nothing lasts forever.