//tw: abuse//
I ducked my head.
Big mistake.
It only made him madder.
"Philip Lester! What the fuck are you and your sorry ass doing?"
A broken beer bottle lay on the ground behind me.
"I'm sorry."
I whimpered pathetically.
He laughed.
"I'm sorry.!" He mimicked.
"You're fucking lucky I can't be bothered standing up!"
He stood up anyway
"You know what? I changed my mind."
A fist flew at my stomach.
I felt the breath knocked out of me.
I don't move.
If I move he'll get madder.
At my head.
At my stomach again.
At my neck.
I braced for the one coming to my temple
It didn't come.
I dare to open my eyes.
Look up.
Dan was there.
He'd grabbed Father's arm.
He motioned for me to leave.
I did.
I left the house through the back door.
I waited for Dan to come.
Half a minute later, Dan sprinted through the door.
I could hear swearing and smashing.
Father was mad.
But today, I wasn't bearing the brunt of his wrath.
Dan pulled his phone out of his back pocket.
Typed out a message.
It was the first time I'd had any idea of something that went on in his brain.
You need to tell the police.
The message said.
I shook my head.
"They won't do anything."
"They won't believe me."
Dan seemed saddened by this.
He nods and puts his phone away.
He takes my hand and we begin to walk.
Walk away.
We're in town.
I see a group of girls from school.
I avoid their gaze.
They look at my bruised face and laugh.
Dan looks at them.
He's not holding my hand anymore.
I'm not sure when he stopped.
He looks away.
We walk and walk.
We find a little park by a forest.
I sit on one swing.
He sits on another.
We sit in silence.
Nothing unusual.
Time passes.
One hour, two.
Four, five.
It was almost dark now.
I stand up, my legs wobbly.
He darts his head to look at me.
"We need to go home."
Dan shakes his head.
I must have looked confused, because he pointed to the city a few minutes away.
"What?"
I say.
Dan stands up and grabs my arm.
We begin to walk into the city.
I don't know where we're going.
Dan stops outside a tiny little hotel.
I shake my head.
He opens the door anyway.
A small room.
A kitchen and a tiny bathroom.
One bed.
One bed.
Dan sat down on the bed.
I sat down next to him.
We stayed silent.
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Silent Boy | Phan
Fanfiction"Daniel Howell is a wreck." This is all Phil Lester knows before the mysterious boy who will be staying with him shows up on his doorstep. He has never heard a boy so silent. //please message me before reading if anything triggers you, and I'll let...
