fixing the unfixable -phan neko (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 26- Missing?!

Dan's P.O.V

~taken from the end of chapter 20~

I woke up to the sun shining on my face but something seemed different.

Sleepily, I forced my eyes open, trying to focus them, and scanned the room for Phil but I couldn't see him anywhere. I immediately became much more awake as I realized that the space next to me was cold and it didn't seem like Phil had been there in a while.

"Phil." I shouted in a panic but got no reply.

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The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach only added to my anxiety as I shot out of bed and ran down stairs.

"Phil, where are you?" I screamed at the top of my voice every now and again, knowing, but not caring, that the whole neighborhood could probably hear me. 'He's fine' I kept telling myself in my head.

Once every room was checked, I had a sinking suspicion of where he would be and let a few tears slip. Slowly, I walked back upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed my phone, noticing a piece of paper lying on Phil's bedside drawers. It had unfamiliar handwriting sprawled across it.

I rushed over and picked it up, hoping it would tell me something—anything but what I already suspected.

Instead, it confirmed my worst nightmare.

Phil is gone. I re-read the note again, searching for clues but it was useless.

I crumpled it up and threw it on the floor in frustration before sinking down with it and beginning to sob.

I need Phil with me; I don't know what to do without him.

After a few long minutes, I had calmed down enough to stand back up and call the police.

"Hello?" I spoke, shaky with uncertainty.

"What is your emergency?" A woman asked with a kind voice.

"It's my boyfriend. I think his dad ki-kidnapped him. He's gone and they left a note and I don't know what to do." I said, feeling a few tears slip down my cheeks.

"Don't worry, we'll send someone over right away. They should arrive in a few minutes."

"O-okay." I stuttered, hating the way my voice shook.

"What is your address?"

"It's 91 Maple Drive."

"Okay, someone will be right over. Don't worry; everything's going to be okay." And with that she hung up, leaving me alone again.

As promised, they arrived a few minutes later and I was snapped out of my spiraling thoughts by a sharp knock on the door.

I got up to let the two in instantly and we all walked over to my couch. I explained about Phil's dad escaping prison and the fact that he hates Phil. I also mentioned the fact Phil was gone when I woke up and passed them the note that was left behind.

"Sorry it's crumpled up. That was my doing." I admitted, feeling kind of bad for my past annoyance.

"It's okay. You were scared; anyone would be in that moment. There's no need to worry about it." One of them spoke reassuringly.

"Thanks." I said before sending him a small smile.

"No problem." He spoke and sent the smile right back.

"There doesn't seem to be much of a hint to location and, seeing as we have an idea as to who it was, this isn't much help to us. Do you have any idea where they might have taken him?" The other officer said after analysing the note passed to him.

"I-i don't know. I'd imagine he'd go somewhere away from civilization, but other than that I have no clue." I said, tearing up at the end.

"Okay, why do you think that?"

"Why do you think? He wasn't locked up for child abuse for nothing." I snapped a little, knowing my emotions were all over the place.

"Okay. We'll get to checking out all of the distant, abandoned places and if we see any sign of them, we'll tell you right away."

"Thank you." I said miserably before showing them out.

Once they were gone, I called Chris and explained all that I knew. He sounded nearly as distraught as I was.

"I'm coming over now. Stay there." He said, finishing the call.

As I sat, waiting for him to arrive, I allowed my thoughts to spiral.

I can't do this; I need to save Phil, but I'm no help.

I'm sorry, Phil, please forgive me.

Not too long later, I heard a sharp knock on my door, and, when I opened it, I found a distraught-looking Chris.

"I can't believe this has happened." He said, filled with fury and sadness.

We both made our way back over to the couch and sat ourselves down next to each other.

"I didn't even know anything about his father until a few days ago and it was bad enough knowing that had happened in his not-so-distant past, but now... I don't even want to think about the torture he's going through." He continued, causing a few frightened tears to escape from my eyes.

"Please stop. I don't want to think about it. Thinking about how hurt and helpless he probably is won't help him." I choked out, trying to hold back my emotions, but failing miserably.

"I'm sorry." He apologized before the room fell into a comfortable silence. "Let's try to take our minds off of it." Chris finally spoke and reached over to the remote, switching the TV on.

"Good idea." I smiled to him.

A few hours and seven Jeremy Kyle episodes later, we were both in a much better mood.

"I should probably get going; it's almost eleven." Chris chuckled.

"You can take the couch if you want. You might collapse walking back in your tired state." I joked, us both laughing along.

"Yeah, sure, I'm going straight sleep then."

"Sure. I'll be upstairs if you need me." I smiled before leaving to get some much-needed rest.

Once upstairs, I realized that Chris would probably be more comfortable in a pair of pyjamas, but, when I got back down with some for him, he was already fast asleep.

"No use trying to wake him." I mumbled under my breath before heading back up and getting myself ready.

Just like Chris, the second my head hit the pillow I was gone and I could finally reunite with Phil, even if it's only in a fantasy.

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Once again, thank you to the person who edited this chapter @writtinggirl22 and did an amazing job of correcting all of my mistakes. I hope you have all enjoyed and are as happy as I am that this story finally has some form of plot. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and are enjoying this story on a whole and I really want to start doing something in my authors note that I've seen other do for a while and that is ask a random question at the end of each one to see if anyone actually reads these. This weeks question is what is your favourite band at the minuet? Currently, mine is either get scared or icon for hire.

p.s I am really sorry this chapter was late. I didn't realise I had forgot to update till literally 1 minuet ago so I apologize but it's here now.