Broken

Monster!

//TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing, violence, blood.
Please do not read if you will be triggered.\\

DAN

It seemed unreal. Like I was standing in a dream. Heat was chased out of the room. Why was this happening? Why was I Seeing his face again?
His face looked rough. His hair had greyed slightly. His eyes were darker. I noticed a scar that ran up his cheek almost running into his eye. That was new. But His fists were clenched. He hadn't changed. I could tell.

I stood- unmoving, one hand on the door handle, one hand on the doorframe. I was trying with all my strength not to scream. Not to shake.
I had to show him he couldn't shove me around anymore. He couldn't touch me.
Yet I hardly believed myself.
Wether he currently smelled of alcohol- or if it was a memory- I wasn't sure. But the familiar bitter smell filled my head.
His breathing got heavier and heavier as we just stood- staring.
"You."
The word growled out of his mouth and cut through my ears. I stood my ground, heart pounding. My lungs ached as I tried to hide my hyperventilating. He stepped forward.
"It's been a long time, Danny." His rough voice scraped the air, "How long has it been?"
I gulped as his mouth curled into a sickening grin. He stepped forward again, seeming to grow taller as he neared me.
"10 years, has it?" His voice seething with anger, "An entire decade? I don't have any grandchildren, do I?"
My stomach dropped and I thanked the universe I hadn't had kids. My legs began to shake but I still didn't move. I glared at him as he glared at me. Memories flashed in front of my eyes. This man, this monster of a man, shouldn't be here.
"You're supposed to be in prison." I said, keeping my voice level and firm, trying not to stutter.
"No, no. I needed to catch up with my son." His voice dropped lower. A sign I remembered all to clearly of his growing anger.
"Why would I ever talk to you?" I spat, just wanting him to leave. I didn't want him to see Phil. Phil! I suddenly remembered he would be home any moment.
He chuckled deep in his throat as he reached into his jacket pocket.
"My dear Danny boy.. Who said anything about talking??" His laugh grew into the air as he pulled out a knife. It glinted in the dim hallway. I gasped. I was done trying to keep my composure. I stepped back, causing him to lunge for me, and slammed the door as hard as I could. I collapsed my weight into the closed door as my trembling hands fumbled with the locks. He pounded on the other side of the door and I let out a startled noise. Still I tried the locks.

click! click!

Finally, they slid into place. His heavy fist met the other side of the door again, causing me to jump and fall away from it. I stumbled to regain my balance as my head spun.
"You fucking coward! You'll pay for what you did to me!" The monsters voice pierced through the only thing keeping us apart. Keeping me alive. A tear rolled down my cheek.
How will I get out of this? I panicked, I'm alone. I wish Phil was here.
My heart skipped a beat.
phil!!
What if he came home right now?
My father wouldn't think twice about trying anything to hurt me.
Phil wouldn't think twice about trying anything to save me.
What if Phil gets hurt? or... worse? What if he killed him?!

My body gave into my fear and began shaking violently. The pounding on the door got louder. Harder. CRACK!

My eyes shot up to the door. It had begun to give in to his violent demands. I pulled out my phone as I glanced around for a way out. We were 5 stories up, windows wouldn't be an option. I had to call the police.

Too late.

The deafening noise of wood splintering and the door pounding against the wall assaulted my ears. I didn't look at him. I turned and sprinted down the hallway. As I ran I forced my petrified fingers to dial on my phone.

99-

I screamed as pain tore through my left shoulder. He stabbed me! Though I was slowly going into shock, I wasn't surprised he would do such a thing.
I tried to keep running but a rough force shoved me to the side. I slammed into the wall, screaming as my fresh wound left blood on the wall. My phone fell to the carpet.
"Don't you try and run, you bastard!" he screamed at me as I fell onto the carpet as well.
His heavy shoe connected immediately with my side. I cried out. Pain I had only remembered for years suddenly came rushing back. Fear. Blood. A broken rib. Why wasn't I fighting back?! I'm grown up now. Nearly 25. But still I lay helpless as this man, this monster, beat's me. It's as if it never ended. I'm 14 again. Helpless. Hopeless. No time has passed. His fist cracks against my jaw. He screams profanity into my ears.

No. I thought suddenly. Time has passed. I met Phil. I fell in love. we became famous. Successful. Together.

The pain seemed to lessen, if only slightly, as I though of Phil. His ocean eyes.

"You're pathetic!!" I hear the monster scream. His voice growing further away, though the pain still horribly close. But it too fades as if Im sinking beneath water.

I'm not pathetic.

Darkness pricks at my vision as the abuse fades further and further away, along with the mans cursing. I gladly welcome the darkness as a memory fills my head.

I know I'm not pathetic.

"I feel special."

"You are."

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Hey guys!! sorry for not updating for so long, but I've had lots of personal things going on! anyways, Hope you enjoyed this chapter (for anyone who still cares for this story)

and I hope to update more soon!

Thanks!

-MildlyPhanBoy (formerly MildlyPhanChick)