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15. Confused

Dan's POV:

The day after Phil and I told each other what I would consider to be one of our deepest secrets, I found him rolled up in a little ball on the floor in front of the huge window. The sight of him like that broke my heart. He was shivering and the dark circles under his eyes indicated that he didn't get much sleep. Two days later and his attitude has worsened. Ever since then, he has spent his time staring out the window, staring at the wall, or laying under the covers. I also have a feeling he hasn't been sleeping much. I'm starting to think that telling him the truth wasn't such a good idea.

Today, I plan to do something special in hopes of cheering him up. My plan is to make dinner for the both of us and then take him down to the cottage for the rest of the night. While Phil was staring off into space, I managed to decorate the cottage with the roses I order the day before. When I got back, I found him in the living room watching T.V. It seems like he didn't notice I was gone. I sigh and head into the kitchen to start part two of my plan.

I rummage through the cabinets in search for the ingredients to make spaghetti. I went with a basic dinner since I'm not a very good cook. As I look for the items, I realize we are missing a lot of them. That means I have to go to the grocery store. I sigh as I start to walk back to the living room.

"Phil, babe, I'm heading out to get some--" I stop when I see him. He is cuddling a pillow on the couch, fast asleep. I walk over to him and smile. "You adorable dork," I smile as I softly take his glasses off and place them on the coffee table. I grab a fluffy blanket from the other couch and cover him. I see his lips turn slightly upward in his sleep. I give him a quick peck on the lips before I head out.

The whole twenty minute drive there I regret not bringing a jumper. The weather is freezing. The inside of the store isn't much warmer. I rush to get the things I need so I can return to the warmth of my car. Once I have paid for everything, I grab the two paper bags and practically run to my car. I put the things in the backseat before throwing myself inside, slamming my forehead on the door frame in the process.

"Fuck!" I exclaim as I hold my head in my hands. The pain spreads throughout my whole head leaving me with a headache. I sigh at how clumsy I am.

I close the door and stat the car. As I am about to back out, the sound of my ringing phone makes me jump. The ID caller says it is my mom. That's weird. She never calls me when she's at work. I turn off my car and answer her.

"Hey, mom? What's up?"

"Daniel, where are you?" she asks sternly.

"I'm at the grocery store... Why?" I ask, confused.

"I need to tell you something very important. Is there anyone around that can hear us?"

"No, I'm in my car. What is it?" Part of me is starting to get a little scared.

"Dan, your father and I wor--" She is interrupted by the notification sound on my phone.

"Sorry, that was a text. Hold up." Without hanging up, I open the text message.

From: Phil

Let the memories begin. :)

I gasp. Attached to the message is a picture, a selfie of Hunter laying with an unconscious Phil in bed.
"Is everything alright?" asks my mom.

"H-h-hunter's with Phil," I stutter.

"Hunter? As in Hunter Miller? Daniel, are you sure that's him?" she asks in surprise.

"Positive," I whisper out, still in shock.

"Dan, listen to me. Where are they? This is very important." She talks slowly and clearly, almost as if she were talking to a child.

"Phil's house, I think," I respond.

"I have the location of the suspect!" I hear her yell away from the phone.

'Location of the suspect'? What?

The initial shock has now gone away and I am finally beginning to react. My mom is talking to me, but I don't pay attention to her. I start my car and head back to Phil's house.

"Mom, I have to go," I say as I speed up.

"Do whatever you need to do to keep Phil safe. We love you, Dan," she says before she hangs up.

I race back to Phil's place, more confused than ever.