Phantasies

Creaking

 *A few weeks later*  *Dan's POV*

I awoke to the sound of my phone rigging. It was 2:00 a.m. Groggily I rolled over toward my phone to see who it was. A picture of Phil popped up on my screen which confused me slightly as we had been in a fight for the past week. We hadn't broken up or anything but ever since Phil's mum had passed he was drinking more then usual.

Is Phil trying to apologize?

Is he okay?

When I finally picked up the phone I heard muffled talking. I was about to hang up when I heard a moan from the other end. So I listened more intensely. The more I listened the more details I could make out.

The distinct creak of Phil's bed

The pace the creaking was going at

A feminine moan

When I realized what was happening I hung up the phone. I felt my chest tighten and my breaths get shorter. I kept denying it until finally I couldn't take it anymore. Quickly I ran downstairs and grabbed my coat and my moms keys. When I got to Phils house I didn't see an unfamiliar car or anything. So I busted through the door and swung open Phil's bedroom door. At first I didn't see anything because of the dark room. I reached towards the light switch and flipped it on.

Their arms were embracing each other and she was laying on him.  I saw their bare feet and lips sloppily kissing each other.

Phil looked up when I turned on the light and shoved the woman off of him. He looked shocked and ashamed.

"Dan...I..."

Before he could finish what he was saying I burst into tears

I screamed at Phil: "Is this what you want? Do you want to see me like this because you're getting what you wanted then!!!"

I slammed the door so hard the frame shook and the doorknob clattered as a screw fell off. Footsteps ran towards the door after me as I ran to my car and sped off to my house.

When I got there I just collapsed in a heap on the floor. I must've been there for a while because I felt my mum's arms reach around me. As I cried into her shoulder she cooed "It will be okay Dan. I love you" over and over again.

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At school the next day I didn't know what happened most of the day. I sat in class just staring at the clock. The day seemed to drag on and on. When I got home I slowly dragged myself up the stairs to my room. I put on my favorite sad song and pulled a chair to the middle of the room. The belt around my waist loosened and I threw it over the fan in my room. 3...2...1... I kicked out the chair. The song became hard to focused on and the sound became muffled. As I looked forward the picture on the wall of Phil and I faded to black so did the wall behind it.