Phil's Angel (Phan)

Dan Has A Secret

*****TRIGGER WARNING*****
DANS POV

The day went by quickly and soon enough the final bell rang which meant we could all leave. As I start packing my thing away Phil came up to me. "Hey so uh I was wondering..do you wanna maybe walk together? Like if you do walk home. I know some people don't but um...haha." Phil gave a little nervous giggle at the end and I just smiled at him. He was adorable. "Yeah I'm fine with that." I replied as we turned and headed out the doors to leave. We were both quiet but the Phil broke the silence. "Dan what were you doing in the bathroom?" Phil asked me. I started to get nervous. What if he found out? Then he would tell someone. Unless I begged him not to. But I doubt that would work. Suddenly I am being dragged out of my mind by Phil calling my name. I reach down subconsciously and pull down my sleeves. Phil took notice. "Dan what are you doing with your sleeves?" he asked sending me a worried glance. "Oh um I'm just kinda cold." I said with a small awkward shrug. I hope Phil didn't get suspicious. Sadly he did.

"Dan is there anything you want to talk about?" "No." I replied swiftly and sternly. Phil stopped walking "This is my house. Hey um..not to be weird but do you mind if we uh...exchanged numbers? I mean I get awful bored sometimes and I don't really know anyone so I mean only if you want to but yeah." Boy this kid was awkward. He could barley ask a question without um or uh. "Sure. Yeah it'd be nice to have someone to talk to. Maybe we can hang tomorrow?" "Yeah ok. Text me when you get home!" Phil called to me as he ran up his front steps.

I walk down the pavement and soon come upon my house. Turns out we only live about three blocks from each other. I walk up my front steps and come up to our front door. I wiggle the handle to find that my father still hadn't locked it. I open the door just fast enough so it doesn't creak and tiptoe in silently shutting it behind me. A deep rumbling voice comes from the living room. "Boy get in here. We need to speak." I'm going to die tonight. "Y-yes dad?" "Don't fucking call me your father! You are a disgrace and I am not related to you! That's right I found out your secret." Shit. "How-how'd you f-find out?" I stuttered preparing myself for the pain that will soon come to me. "One of the boys at your school called up. Said he seen you with another boy. Said yous were datin." I was confused. "Poor stupid Danny confused as to why this boy was callin me?" I nodded not trusting myself to speak.

"I told him ta keep watch on you. I knew you was worthless but not this much. Ya know what happens ta gay boys dontcha Danny?" I gulped. This would not be good. "Gay boys get what gay boys deserve." And with that he punched me right in the eye causing me to stumble backwards and trip over a carpet falling backwards. My father then left the room for a moment but soon returned with a kettle which I could only presume had boiling water in it. My father stood on my arms crushing them. I moaned out in pain but that did no good. My father suddenly ripped off my shirt and held up the kettle tipping it slowly over my chest and pouring it onto my skin. The water burned and I began to thrash in an attempt to get the water off me but my father was still on my arms so when I moved I brought myself more pain.

My father then threw the kettle to the floor and lifted me up pinning me against the wall. I moved my arms so they covered my face however that is not where he planned to hit. His fist made sudden impact with my stomach repeatedly. He then slapped me and dropped me to the ground. When I thought he was finished he only brought more pain by kicking me multiple times everywhere he could think of. After some time. He stopped. "Get the fuck out of my house and don't fucking come back!" he yelled leaving the room and heading to the door. "If you're not gone by the time I come back I will end you." My father was sober now unlike he was earlier which only meant he was going to get more liquor. I sat up but collapsed again on the floor moaning in agony. Suddenly I heard a ringing sound. It was my phone. I checked caller ID: Phil<3 I immediately answered the call. "Dan are you ok? I've been calling for the past hour but you hadn't picked up. " Phil said obviously worried. "Phil? D-do you mind i-if I stay at your h-house for a whi-while?" I asked. He was the only person I had. If he said no then I would drag myself up those stairs into the bathroom and kill myself so I at least went out with dignity. "Sure Dan let me just check with my mum." he said and I sat in silence listening to him asking his mum if I could stay. "Dan? She said yes. Would you like me to pick you up?" "Please could you?" So I gave him my address and got off the floor. I had 15 minutes to pack all I could and all I needed.

My time I had flew by quickly and before I knew it Phil was pulling up to my house. I texted him. Just come in and head up the stairs. I'm in the room at the end of the hall to the left. Within seconds I saw Phil walk in but I couldn't look up. I was too ashamed. Phil walked over to me. I could hear his muffled sobs as he took me in. Or should I say what was left. I was bruised and bleeding on my face, stomach, arms, legs and probably a bit internally but I didn't care. "Phil can we please just go? I want to leave before my fathe- Mark get back." I whispered. I knew he heard me when he grabbed my bags- all three of them- and we left. I climbed into the passenger side of the car and tried not to wince in pain. "Can we talk when we get to mine?" He asked. I simply nodded my head yes and looked out the window. Within three or four minutes we arrived at Phil's home.

We walked in and I looked around in awe. It seemed as though I was stepping into a magazine cover. "Phil your house is amazing." I stated. He just chuckled and motioned for me to follow him. We went upstairs and into his room. Wow! This bedroom was massive! My bedroom was a small space which used to be a large closet or attic of some sort. Like Harry Potter. I looked around. It was immaculate. The floor was perfectly clean and everything was where it needed to be. The walls were a blue color and the carpeting was black. Phil's bed was covered in a blue and green checkered duvet with matching pillows. He also had a camera and desk which had a Mac computer on it along with his school things. I was amazed.

Phil chuckled at me then sat on the bed, motioning me to follow. I did as he instructed and sat down next to him on the bed preparing for anything he could possibly throw at me. "Dan" Phil said after we were sat on the bed for quite some time. "What happened? Why do you look like you got run over?" I could tell he was worried but I didn't show the least bit of emotion. "Um. We'll youse. My father he uh.... H-he abused m-me." and that's when I broke down. Tears were streaming down my face and I felt as if I would soon drown in tears. Phil just rubbed my back and told me everything would be ok and that I was safe now.

Once I had calmed down Phil asked me another question. "Dan why didn't you tell anyone?" "Because. My father said if I told anyone he would kill me just like m-my mum." I couldn't hold it in any longer. I needed to do something about the pain now. "Phil where is the bathroom? I was wondering if I could take a shower." He pointed to a door I hadn't noticed before. It was his own bathroom. I grabbed my clothes and everything I needed then quietly walked in. I then heard Phil call my name "Dan I'm gonna go see what we have. Are you hungry?" "Yeah!" I shouted through the door. He must've heard because I heard the sound of a door closing. I then shut the bathroom door and locked it. Phil can't know my biggest secret. Not now.

I sat myself down and took out my blade. The thought of my mum was all too much as I rolled up my sleeves. I quickly brought the blade to my wrist striking it across my skin hissing at the sting but loving the feeling of relief it brought me among other things. I tore up my wrist so many times with countless rips with the blade that I had been in there for quite some time. Phil came and knocked on the door. "Dan. Are you ok in there? You've been in there for 30 minutes and you haven't started the shower yet." I just simply said I was fine then dropped my clothes to the floor before I noticed-red was everywhere. The floor, the sink, the toilet and the glass shower all had blood on them. I quickly cleaned everything up. Thankfully I had been cleaning blood off things for quite some time so I knew what I was doing.

After I cleaned the blood I hopped into the shower the beads of steaming water landing on my open wounds burned as though I were pouring boiling water onto myself. I quickly cleaned off ignoring the stream of red which flowed from me and into the drain. It didn't concerned me anymore. Once I had showered I quickly toweled off and slipped on a sweater and some joggers. I then waltzed out of the bath and sat next to Phil on his bed. He didn't see me come in and sit so he sat up rather quickly when the bed dipped a bit to his right. "Hey Dan. Everything ok?" "Yeah I'm fine."

Suddenly we hear a beeping sound coming from downstairs. Phil runs down and I follow him. We soon arrive in the kitchen greeted by the smell of pizza from the oven. I smile in delight however my happiness is cut short when I begin to walk towards Phil only to feel a sharp pain in the back of my head before everything went black.

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Hiya dolls.
So chappie 3 is DONE
Chappie 4 is probably going up later but there.
Can you say drama!
Well anyway I'll be posting chappie 4 soon.
Love you lots
-Teacake