Trapped//Phan

Twenty-Five

Okay. I've been really busy with my studies lately, I have final exams coming up and I have a major project, so around  Christmas time to mid January I might miss a couple weekends of updates.(sorry!!!!!!!) okay that's all the announcements:

Dan was pacing in his room, thinking about possible scenarios of what could happen when Phil arrived.

Will he notice my bruises?
Will I lie to him?
What if he leaves!
What if...

The thoughts continued, this gave Dan anxiety. Dan continued to pace though, minding his business, not feeling his legs start to grow tired and sore, and his mind slowly wearing out.

BLING! BLING!

Phil.

Dan thought hopefully. Relief eased his mind as he picked up the phone:

Mom: Dan, I'm shopping. What do you want?

Dan knew she meant food-wise, but Dan didn't want anything, he felt fat already.

Dan: Nothing I got everything.

Stupid...

His mind echoed.

Fag,
Worthless
Pathetic

Ryan's words swirled around Dan's head. They started to get louder, not quite shouting, just like someone turned the volume up in his head. He remembered how painful it was, and he could do nothing about it. How he could only lay there, and curl in a ball, hoping that this method would protect him, but no. Instead his hips were severely bruised, his shoulders were sore, and his arms felt numb.

"Go away." Dan pleaded. But this interrupted by a doorbell. Dan quickly composed himself rushing downstairs to answer the door.

"Let's finish packing!" Phil announced right as Dan opened the door. Dan gave a sad smile and nodded, stepping back to gesture Phil inside. Phil waked, he saw the bruises across Dan's neck, this made Phil panic and be concerned.

"D-Dan." Phil spoke up.

Please don't be about the bruises.
Please.

Dan wasn't sure who he wasn't taking to, a god maybe, spirits, Phil, he had no clue. But it was his first instinct.

"Your bruises." Phil pointed. His finger lightly brushing against Dan's neck, Dan jumped back. 1. Because Phil's hands were cold 2. Dan didn't really like anyone touching his neck. "Sorry." Phil mumbled looking down. The atmosphere had dropped, that's was obvious.

Awkward silence is the perfect way to describe this. Dan kept opening his mouth to say something, but never did. His mind was debating whether to lie to Phil or not. Phil was standing there uncomfortably,being concerned about Dan's injuries.

"Nothing. Let's just pack so I can get the hell out." Dan smiled staring up the tiring stairs.

"Alright." Phil replied, closely following Dan.

They both reached Dans room which was pretty clean(mostly because everything was in boxes). Dan groaned.

I need to pack.
But you have homework!!
That's due in a week.
TV sounds great right now.
PACKING!
ANIME!

He wanted to procrastinate so bad, but at this particular moment he would rather get the work done (this was extremely rare).  Dan looked over at Phil who was gathering the rest of his shirts, folding them neatly to be packed.

Phil looked up at Dan, and properly looked at  Dan, they met eye to eye. Phil noticed the blood stain on his shirt, the dark and swollen bruise on his cheek, he just wished Dan told him what was going on. All he wanted to do was help!

Frustration and anger became heavy on Phil's chest. Phil shook his head, trying to tell himself  to calm down. 'Why do I care so much what happened to him? Why won't he tell me?Usually I would just leave it alone! Why is Dan and exception to this?!' Fury boiled under Phil's skin, he prayed it wouldn't show. Phil just kept folding clothes, and folding clothes.

Dan noticed Phil's folding getting sharper, he almost threw the clothes in a pile, and his folding became careless and messy. Dan was confused, he furrowed his brows. "Phil? Why are you upset?" He asked innocently.

And right there, something snapped in Phil's head. "BECAUSE OF YOU DAN!" He yelled. "BECAUSE YOU WONT TELL ME WHATS WRONG, AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M UPSET OVER IT?

" YOU GOT FUCKING BEAT UP AND YOU WON'T EVEN TALK ABOUT IT! I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE UPSET! I DON'T HAVE TO BE HERE! I SHOULD BE OUT LETTING OUT ALL MY FEELINGS AND CRYING! NOT YELLING AT YOU!" Phil raged, tears streaming down the grown male's checks. "You did this." Phil whispered, and walked out of Dan's room,but not out of the house, and he covered his mouth as he cried.

Dan took a step back, he was afraid. He was petrified. The person who helped him through literally everything, his soon-to-be flat mate for Christ sake!

I messed up,
I messed up so bad.
I even messed up Emily
I killed her
Phil left
Messing up
Seems to be a talent of mine I guess.
Finding a way to fuck up everything I cherish.
I fucked up my friendship with Phil,
And that was the only thing keeping me strong.

Late again sorry.