never too late ✎ adopted by phan

19*all we can do is hope.

*trigger warning,, child abuse*

🐯 Phil 🐯

I could barely breath, once we got back home, Dan ran to our room and locked the door, I heard him kicking the wall and shouting. I sat on the couch and sighed, thinking as I heard Dan scream, and Brook was in her room, probably thinking or silently crying.

I couldn't believe that we lost her. My head was in my hands as I wiped my tear stained cheeks remembering what the doctor had said. 'just keep her safe and out of harms way and she will recover in no time.' She hadn't recovered yet.

'keep her out of harms way'

Keep her out of harms way.

I didn't know how longer she could hold up.

How longer... She would live..

I breathed in and out and couldn't do anything without thinking about her.

💚 Emerald 💚

He put me in the back of his car, it was rusty and smelt awfully familiar. As he drove, I could hear him laugh.

"Hello sweetie. Long time no see?" He eventually said. I stayed silent. "you didn't mean the things you said out there darling? Did you?" I heard him say, I knew he was smiling.

I sighed a little, remembering only about 2 weeks ago, I was the happiest I'd ever been. And now I was back in hell.

Silence filled the car until we got back to the house. Walking in brought back the memories of pain, torture and hell.

"welcome home.. I see you've gotten fatter and uglier living with two gays." He hissed, getting down to my level and slapping me on the head, making me feel like I had just been bashed on the head with a rock, I held my head, breathing heavily.

"I also see that you've gotten your shitty condition back." He laughed, standing up and kicking me in the stomach, I collapsed onto the dirty floor.

"make dinner," he said, holding my shoulders tightly, I felt instant pain surging through my veins when he let go. "Now." He then shouted, making me wince as he left the room, I was barely able to lift my heavy weight off the ground. He was right. I was getting fat, I stared at my stomach. I was still pretty skinny because I still didn't eat much but i felt dinner from last night and the small breakfast this morning grow up my throat as I ran outside and threw up into a dead bush, coughing up more blood than I ever had before.

But this time Dan and Phil weren't there to help me.

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"d-dinner's r-ready." I called weakly to him in the living room.

"better be good." He groaned, getting up from the couch I heard him walk to the kitchen, swinging open the door and looked at me. He had taken my dress and given me my old clothing from when I was 6. It was a rag dress, it was pretty big so I fit in it just fine but it was blood stained, vomit stained and cooking stained from the times where I had to cook for him.

He looked at the big bowl of pasta and bolognaise sauce and raised his eyebrows.

"call this food? Eh. It'll do. None for you obviously. You need to loose that ugly fat of yours." He complained, taking the large bowl to the uneasy standing table.

"hurry along to your room now." He said pushing me away, causing more pain. I ran up to the little attic room and tried to search for any form of communication to anyone else, the police, Dan and Phil, anyone that would help me get out. But he had taken away my phone and there was no way I could get his phone, I looked around either way.

But I didn't have anything.

💋 Brooklyn 💋

It's been a week knowing that Emerald is off with her abusive father and there's nothing we can do about it other than put up missing signs of her around London and any other place and inform the police, even though they thought she was in 'good hands'.
We knew she wasn't.

We all barely communicate with each other. We're all just in shock really. I always thought it would be better for her to leave my family. But now I realise, she is my family. She always will be. No matter what happens.

All we can do is hope.

Hope.

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i'm quite tired and i'm currently suffering from a severe case of writers block and i have a lot of stuff going on so i may be updating slowly because i'll be thinking of ideas for future chapters that i'm writing and i'm not so sure how I feel about the changes i've made.
(damn writers block is a bitch) but i'll be back on track soon.
i'll keep you guys up to date with things but in the meantime, just bare with me :) thanks, love you :)