Phil Pov, still
The next day rolled around and over night I got Dan's things from his house. I had to tell him where his father was today, as much as I dreaded it.
I went to the hospital and got dan and we borrowed our friend Pj's car.
"Dan, um, about your father," he looked at me, eyes widening. "The police can't find him."
Happy thanksgiving to my American fellers!
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Bruises. •Phan•
FanfictionTrigger Warning: physical/mental abuse "You are the mistake that ruined my life"
