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Six

Phil's POV~

I woke up expecting to have Dan hugging me like he had been before. Instead, I woke up to an empty bed, no Dan. I snapped up and began to panic. Was he okay? Where was he? I jumped up and ran out of the room and down the hall to look for him.

As soon as I had began looking down the hall, panically calling Dan's name, a door opened and he stepped out in front of me.

"Dan!" I said, pulling him close. "Don't do that, love. You scared me to death." I released him and pecked him on the cheek.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking down at his feet.

"Hey, it's okay love," I said, lifting his head so he could meet my eyes. "How about you get dressed, yeah?" I looked down at his bare and scarred stomach, not quite covered by the towel he was wearing. I felt myself tearing up again, looking at what he'd done to himself.

"Yeah, okay," he said, hesitantly kissing me lightly before returning to the bathroom.

Dan's POV~

Once I finished getting dressed again, not bothering to cover my scarred arms, I found Phil in the livingroom.

"Hey, love," Phil said sweetly as he stood and came over to me. God, I don't deserve him.

"Hi," I said, following his gaze to my exposed arms as he carefully took them, examining the scars and cuts. "Phil, I'm sorry, I-" I started crying again, not being able to get away from how disappointed I knew he was. "I'm sorry, Phil," I said again, calming down a bit. "I get it if you don't want to be with me anymore, you probably think I'm disgusting, and-"

"What on Earth are you talking about, Dan? Why would I ever leave you, especially after this? I love you no matter what. Yes it upsets me, I can't bear to see you hurt yourself like this, but I love you nonetheless," he said wiping my tears and bringing me close.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I kept mumbling, almost to myself.

"Don't be sorry Dan, please. Let's just talk about it, yeah? Would that be alright?" He said, wiping away more tears as my crying slowed and I composed myself.

"Yeah, yeah alright.."

"Okay. I love you," Phil said reassuringly, kissing me lightly.

So, we sat down and I told him everything. How I met Chris and we seemed to hit it off. How soon after we started dating he began getting rough, hitting me and kicking me. How he told me I was worthless and good for nothing. I told him that's why I started cutting- I was constantly told I wasn't good enough, that I didn't matter. He told me I was fat and disgusting. I told him about the scars and bruises I had all over my arms, legs, stomach and waist that I'm sure will never go away. Chris didn't care about any of my pain, and sometimes I was surprised he didn't cut me himself. But I couldn't leave him. I loved Chris. Although he beat me constantly, I believed him every time he said he loved me.

"I'm so sorry, Dan. You didn't deserve any of that. I wish you didn't have to go through it." It wasn't until he wiped away more of my tears that I realized I was crying.

"Phil, I-"

"Dan stop, you've done nothing wrong. You've been treated wrongly and," he took my arms and looked at all the cuts and bruises, about to cry himself, "you absolutely don't' deserve any of this. I love you and you're beautiful."

"I love you, Phil. God, I love you. I don't deser-"

"Yes you do, Dan! You deserve this and so much more. Stop putting yourself down like this. I love you, and I will never ever, hurt you."

Phil's POV~

Before I knew it, Dan's arms were wrapped around my neck and he was crying into my shoulder. I hugged him with one arm and let the other run over his back, trying to calm him down.

"It's alright, it'll be okay," I kept saying. We stayed like that for a while, Dan's quiet crying and my reassuring words in his ear, quiet enough only for us to hear.

I woke up on Dan's couch, expecting to see Dan on my chest like he was before. But when I looked around I couldn't see him. I immediately jumped up and panicked.

"Dan? Dan, where are you," I said, started to wonder the house, checking the kitchen, his room, and running down the hall. As I did, the bathroom door opened again and Dan stepped out.

"Phil!" he said, obvious shocked by me running and wrapping my arms around him.

"Don't ever scare me like that, Dan. Ever," I said with my head on his shoulder.

"Phil, Phil I'm okay, it's okay, Phil," He said as he wrapped his arms around my neck. I pulled away to kiss him, tears starting to prick in my eyes.

"Phil, Phil please don't cry. I'm okay, it's okay. Phil, please," Dan said as he rested his hands on my shoulders.

"Okay, okay Dan," I said and kissed again before letting him rest his head on my shoulders. "Hey, love?" I said slowly.

"Yeah Phil?"

"I know you may not want to, and I completely understand, I just- could I, um, see-"

"You want to see my scars?"

"Y-yeah, but only if you're really okay with it."

"Yeah, It's okay," he assured and pulled me back to the couch. He pulled up the sleeves of the sweatshirt he put on, revealing about thirty cuts and scars on his arms, I soon felt the tears coming back.

"Phil, Phil please it's fine, it's okay." Dan said as he wiped away the few tears and kissed me lightly. "Are you sure you want to se-"

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure." Dan nodded and lifted his shirt, exposing about ten or more cuts on his stomach, along with the word carved into his thin figure.

"Baby," I said, reaching out to touch his.

"No, no don't start," he said, lowering his shirt. "But, there's more on," Dan put a hand on his upper thigh.

"It's okay, if you're not comfortable with it don't. I appreciate you showing me this much. Thank you, love," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"I love you, Phil."

"I love you too. But hey, Dan?"

"What is it?"

"Can I take your blade? I mean I trust you, I just want to make sure."

"Yeah okay, I get it." Dan got up and came back with four blades. He gave them to me and, when I got home, I threw them away.