Danny's Girl (Phan)

Chapter Thirteen

Phil sat with his back against the cold, grey, damp wall, his eyes trained on the unconscious boy across from him. Dan was tied to the chair Phil's body used to be bound to with the same rusty metal chains used on Phil. He could tell because of the dried blood from when he pulled to hard on the rope in an attempt to leave Grace. Looking back, Phil didn't know why he tried to run. She had given him perfectly adequate care.

Phil examined Dan with extra attention to details, like the way his chest moved forward and back when he breathed and how his eyes would shift under his soft, light eyelids as he slept. Dan was almost cute, in the way he looked so innocent. Unfortunately, in this situation appearance didn't matter when it came to sexual activities, and "sweet little Dan" had still gotten caught.

Phil didn't want to think about Dan at this moment, so instead he examined his nails. They were something to look at, and despite being cracked and bloody, they were still there. Funny how human nails, simple sculptures of keratin, can serve as a better motivation than a pep talk.

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Dan awoke to see a skinny raven haired boy across from him, leaning on the wall and picking at his nails. Despite some discoloration of his skin from extensive bruising, there was something familiar about this boy; something that got Dan's attention.

"Phil?"

Phil looked up to see that Dan was finally awake. "What do you want?" he responded harshly. Dan was, at the moment, his main competition in the love industry, and successful love triangles are very unrealistic.

"Phil!" Dane nearly screamed. Phil flinched at the sudden loud and urgency of Dan's tone. "Phil! Oh my fucking Hell, Phil, why are you here? Why am I here? Where the fuck are we?" Dan started to nervously babble. "Phi-"

"Shut up."

Dan paused. "What?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Phil practically screamed. "Do you think I want you to be here either? No, I don't."

The younger stayed quiet for a moment before calmly speaking, as he could see that Phil was obviously in a fragile state. "Then why don't you untie me? We can escape. We can go back home."

Phil suddenly burst out laughing. It wasn't his usual kind, lighthearted giggle Dan had grown to love, it was almost evil. It was the kind of laugh you would give a villain if you were on the set of a movie. "You think I meant here as this room? No! I don't want you here in my life anymore. I want you dead."

And there you have it: chapter thirteen.

Sorry to end on such a cliffhanger, but I haven't had any motivation to write lately, and I also haven't been reading people's stories much, so sorry dramallamadingdong . My mom says I might be depression, as I sometimes get seasonal depression, but hopefully not... I already have anxiety to work with, I don't need more problems.

Anyway, enough about my shitty little life (and yes, I know, I could have it way worse, but I have the right to complain), how have you been doing? Are you enjoying the story? Seriously, what do you even see in this piece of shit work of mine? What are your theories? I would like to know!

Have a better day than I'm having right now. Bye!

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Edit: looking back at this chapter almost a year later, things got better. I've been diagnosed with eight mental issues, but things still got better, and some got worse. Dear past Katie, you now have better friends and someone who loves you unconditionally. To everyone who reads this: things will get better. Just know that someone out there loves you and cares about you, and that all stories gav happy endings, and that if you're not happy then it's not the end. Stay safe, I love you.