Broken//Phan

Ch. 11

[Dan POV] TRIGGER WARNING

I lay on my bed, scrolling through Tumblr, pretending nothing had happened so my father didn't think I was doing something out-of-the-ordinary when he came in.

I flinch when he practically broke down the door.

"Where the FUCK did you think you went yesterday?"

"I just went for a walk and camped out at a park." I lie. I knew I was a crying mess with Phil nest to me, dealimg with my pathetic self.

"Oh so you think you can just fucking leave you faggot!?" He punches me right in the face as I fall to the ground. I would normally scream or cry in pain, but I don't even yelp anymore. I've grown so used to this behaviour that the most I ever do is flinch.

He smacks, belts, kicks, punches and abuses me in so many ways possible, shouting homophobic and abusive slurs. I begin to silently cry.

"See you're so pathetic. I can't even call you my son. No son of mine is gay nor as pathetic as you. You're the reason your mum died. You're such a failure, just fucking kill yourself already!" He shouts while kicking me in the stomach. He storms out of the room. I soon hear his car leave the property.

I curl up into a ball in the corner of the room, pain shooting all the way through me, from my head to my toes. It hurts to cry, but I can't help but to do so anyway. After what felt like hours of crying, although I knew it hand only been a few minutes, I feel a hand rest on my knee.

I flinch, curling up further into a ball, a crying mess. I try swat it away, but I'm too weak. The pressure is removed from my knee, and I hear a sniffle. A sniffle that didn't come from me.

I look up to see an ebony haired boy, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down his face. He looks at me with his gorgeously sad blue eyes as another tear cascades down his face.

He pulls me into a careful but tight hug. I lift him onto my lap as I hug him back tightly. We cry into eachother's shoulders as we are both in physical and emotional pain.

"Ph-Ph-Phil..." I choke out after quite a while. "What the f-fuck are y-you doing here?"

"I... I couldn't just leave you, Dan. I... I-I saw the whole th-thing." He cries more, burying his face further into the crook of my neck. "D-Dan I-I was so s-scared. I... I wish I could have helped b-but I-I just couldn't! I am so sorry!"

"Phil... I-it's probably b-better that you d-did stay out. I d-don't need y-you already a-are." I choke out, pulling him closer to me, both of us crying our hearts out.

By now, Phil's crying had come to a halt while I continue to cry like the pathetic little bitch I am.

"Just fucking kill yourself already" These are the only words ringing through my head. I have considered it, but I'm too pathetic to do that even.

[Phil POV]

"Just fucking kill y-yourself already... Heh I wish I could," I hear Dan mumble. Those words were like a punch in the balls. It fricken hurt. I go from cradling his head to holding it firmly holding it infront of my face, caressing his cheek, tears blocking my vision once again.

"Dan, don't ever say that! Your dad is just a prick. I wouldn't forgive myself if I just let you do that! Even if I only met you yesterday, that doesn't matter. Just, stay alive. Stay alive for me. Stay alive for everyone who loves you. Stay alive to avenge your mum. Stay alive for what ever reason or for who ever. Please, stay alive." I see his sad and confused face twist into a guilty one. (Truce came on while I wrote that kill me)

"Did... Did I say that out loud? Shit." He mumbles.

"Please Dan, listen to my words. Forget everything your dad has said to you, as hard as it maybe, he's too caught up on the fact that you came out as gay to see what a beautiful person you are. You may not see it, but you are beautiful and amazing. I only met you yesterday, but I feel like I've known you for years. If I lost you, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life." I softly kiss his forehead while tears cascade down my cheeks.

We cry while holding onto eachother for hours on end.

"Phil... I-I can't stay h-here..."

"You can stay at mine again... It's probably about time we got you cleaned up anyway. Don't want anything to get infected."

"I can deal with infections... I'm always dealing with pain anyway," he mumbles the last part.

"Come on Dan, you really shouldn't be dealing with it." We get up and he goes to pack a bag. We leave his house to literally go next door. The hours that we have spent together tonight I have had one question running through my head...

What has he done to deserve this?

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Yo yo! What's good?

I need to stop the weird a/n's jfc

Anyway here's another shitty ass chapter

When you find out you're too old to go to the camp you've been waitinv for THREE YEARS for

Ugh... I'm going to go neck

oH yEaH

I remember what I came to talk about

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