Phan Drabbles

Getting Away with It

Warning: brief smut scene and murder.

Dan's POV:

After I finish bashing my boyfriend's face in, I wipe his blood on my jeans. I'm not too worried about the blood staining them since they're black. I stumble back and sit against the wall, looking at his lifeless body on the ground in front of me.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I can feel the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I get up and smirk at what I've done, he deserved it after all. It feels good to know he'll never cheat on anyone again. I shudder thinking of all the times he probably fucked some other guy then jumped into bed with me too.

I go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Blood is splattered all over my slightly tanned skin. The last hickey he left on my neck is still visible under all the blood though. I don't bother wiping it off, I just smile at the red art on my body.

I go back to the lounge where my dead boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, is laying and swiftly kick him in the head. His face looks so much better mangled and bloody if you ask me.

Suddenly, I hear the main door creak open and my head whips around to look at the time. Three o'clock on the dot, otherwise known as when Phil said he'd be home. I trip a little as I run to the top of the stairs. Phil looks up at me with horror written on his face.

"Oh my god! Dan are you okay?!" He quickly reaches the top of the stairs where I am. "What happened to you?"

"Josh cheated on me." I barely manage to choke out. I hadn't shed a single tear till now. Phil wraps his arms around me despite me being covered in Josh's blood. 

We stand there tangled up in each other's arms for awhile as I cry. When I finally pull myself together, I take a step away and pry my body away from the older man's. "Are you hurt? Where'd all this blood come from Dan?" He asks me, looking deep into my eyes like he's searching for the answers in them.

"Phil I- I," I cant muster up the courage to tell him what I've done. "I'm not hurt... well not physically, I guess. I need your help."

"With what?"

"Promise you'll help me. Please just promise me that." I basically beg him.

"I promise I will." By grabbing Phil's hand, I lead him to Josh's pale body on the blood soaked carpet in the lounge. I admit I might have gone a bit to far but I was angry.

Phil sighs kinda loudly and I attempt to read his face. "What have you done?"

"He told me about all the countless times he had screwed other men before coming here and doing the same disgusting thing to me. He seemed so proud of himself. I was just so angry but it felt so fucking good to beat him relentlessly."

Phil didn't say much for awhile. He just stood next to me, scanning Josh's body with his eyes. Finally, after many moments of agonizing silence, he speaks. "We should cut him up as small as we can into pieces, put him in trash bags, and take him to that abandoned town in Berkshire."

"How are we going to get to Berkshire?"

"We'll steal a car."

"Really phil, grand theft auto?" I chastise him.

"Well, you already committed murder!" Phil whisper-yelled.

"Let's just borrow PJ's car. We can tell him we need to make an emergency visit to my parents. They live two towns away from Berkshire remember."

"Are you sure?

I nod and then start our plan. Phil and I carry Josh to the bath tub where I dismember his body. Phil dumps hydrogen peroxide all over the carpet to dissolve the blood before he starts scrubbing. Thankfully, we had alot of it. We both work as quickly as we can and miraculously finish around the same time.