Wake me up. Dan X reader

An unfathomable favor

At some point in the night you wake and feel Dan's warm, soft hands slide over your waist effortlessly. He snuggles his face into your hair and kisses your neck. You slowly lean back into his body and hold his arm in place.

You once again, fell asleep.

The sun rose and blinded you temporarily. Dan groans in annoyance.

Phil is stood above you both beaming.

"Morning ladies!" He sang.

Dan slid under his duvet and moaned.

You poke his side making him squirm and giggle.

You begin to laugh yourself but then reality hits you and you purse your lips tightly holding back tears with no prevail.

A trickle becomes a stream, you're crying again. You have no right to feel sad, but you do.

She felt no known remorse for hurting you, so why are you feeling like this?

Maybe it's that she can't see your success, or that she hated someone you truly loved and believe is absolutely incredible, it's most likely the pain she caused you.

You miss her insults and beatings, they made you realise that your problems are not real. They distracted you from the reality of misery. Whatever she put you through was enough punishment to prevent you from ending it all. It woke you up but made you unaware of how people should be treated, how you should be treated...

Now you are crying for a monster.

You are crying for your abuser.

For your mother.

It's ok.

You're ok.

But she ruined you.

She destroyed you, inside out.

She tore you apart and dropped you like a scrap of meat for a dog. Her beatings were a mear scratch from the blade of reality.

You still don't see any gratitude in you. No tear should be shed but they still fall, you are grateful for her ability to feel no remorse. You don't feel responsible that way, she wanted to hurt you. Not because of anything you did but because she wanted to.

It makes it easier to handle, slightly.

Dan peers out of the duvet and rubs the small of your back and frowns at Phil.

He mouths something and Phil leaves the room.

Dan sits in front of you and lifts your face with a cold finger.

"It's okay to be sad." He whispered.

"I don't have the right to be sad. Something made her want to hurt me, it was me." You say a little louder than a whisper.

"Don't you dare blame yourself for anything she-they did. They are not our problem now, you live here, Ian isn't your stepfather anymore and I won't leave your side until you tell me to. Ever." He said rubbing your neck with his thumb.

His hand slid down your arm and onto your hips, you leaned into his arms and you just sat there...

Crying into Dan's bare chest. He rubbed your back and let you cry.

You cried, and cried, he didn't care.

He just sat there and held you and there's nothing that would have helped you more in thus moment than Dan's touch.

His heart beat pounding in your ear, his breath lifting your hairs.

Your hands are pressed against his body, close to your face, acting as a shield to protect you from all negative emotions fathomable.

Occasionally Phil came in and stood in the door way, talking quietly to Dan.

Nothing made you calmer than Dan's voice, it was so soothing and calm. It took away the pain that you felt; emotional or physical.

It won't be long.

Not long at all.

Soon you'll move on.

She won't haunt you.

It's rude to say but he did you a favor.

Her own decisions had caused her demise.

It's not heartless, that's too much like her.

It's caring and thoughtful.

To experience such enormous feeling towards someone.

To hate someone so much that you despise their existence, you must feel a strong bond with them.