Adopted By Phan. (sequel to Adopted by Phan a Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

Is this school safe?

   Dan's POV
    Who? Who is hurting my baby?
     "Should we ask him?" Phil asked.
    "I'll ask him after dinner." I say as I pull the duvet over him. I kiss him on the head and slowly close his door.
     After dinner I asked Kyle to come to his room with me. I don't want him to feel uncomfortable when I ask the question. I pull of his shirt as he yawns and squirms.
     "Alright baby. I need you to very honest with me. Do you understand?" I ask.
     He smiles and nods.
    "Alright." I grab his arms and show him the bruises. "Where did these come from?"
    He stares for a moment, then speaks. "No where..."
     "Sweetie. Who did this to you?"
    "No one!" He cries.
   "Well you didn't do it to your self!" I wipe away his tears. "Tell me honestly. Who did it?"
    "She said if I told you I'd get hurt more!" He squirms.
     "I won't let that happen! I promise."
     "Mrs.Rodgers..." He whispers and cries more.
    His fucking teacher his hurting him?! The one who is suppose to keep him safe???
    I pull him into a hug and wipe away his tears. I kiss him on the head and put him back to bed. My baby. My poor poor baby.
    I close the door and go to our room where Phil paced about the floor. "Who was it?" He asked.
      "His teacher..."
      "WHAT?!" He screams.
     "Shhh! I just put him to bed!"
     "Well we have to get him out of there!"
    "I will. I will!" I pop a few advils and lie down. Slowly falling asleep.
    Next day
     I was on the under ground holding a sleeping Kyle in my arms. I wanted to get to the school early because I needed to talk to his teacher. And I need Kyle for proof.
      I knew it was mildly inappropriate to have Kyle sleeping on a subway with a shirt off. So I took of his shirt but got him to agree to rap a blanket around him. His shoes were off and he had his dinosaur burried between my chest and his.
     Once we got to the school I put his shirt on and woke him up. Taking him into the school and walking into His classroom.
     "Oh hello! Mr.Howell! Kyle! Why aren't you in uniform?" She asks so so sweetly.
      "He won't be attending this school anymore." I say.
     "Awe why not?"
    "Please explain to me these marks!" I say as I pull up His shirt sleeve.
    "Sir. I have no clue what those are from." She protest.
    "He told me that you said if he said anything about it! You would hurt him more!" I yell. "Keep your hands off my fucking child!" I say as I pick up Kyle leave.