Broken//Phan

Ch. 14

[Dan POV] [TW]

"I'll be right over." Phil said sternly, obviously angry as the line goes flat. Tears still cascading down my cheeks, stinging as the pass through the cuts in my face.

"D-do we really have to do th-this?" I choke out, still looking down at my phone, nots being able to move.

"Of course baby. You want to stay alive, don't you?" No. I hear the gun at my head click. My body freezes even more -- if that was possible -- as fear shoots through my body. I have had many nightmares to do with this man -- if you could call him that -- in which he kills me. I've only survived once, which Phil came and saved me. This time, my many nightmares might just come true.

I brace myself as I wait for the darkness to take me away as it's prisoner.

Instead I feel a pair of lips on my own. My eyes shoot open as I try pull away, but the persons grip on my face is too strong. I am unable to identify who it is as my vision blurs, tears cascading down my face.

"Kiss back, slut." The familiar voice booms as he pulls away, staring into my dull brown eyes with his vibrant green ones.

"I'm not a fucking slut," I choke out, earning a hand to swiftly glide along my cheek, leaving a stinging sensation on my cheek. I look down at my knees in which I am kneeling on. He lifts my face up, forcefully kissing me again. He is very rough and violent. I feel him get angerier as I refuse to kiss back, but at this point, I couldn't give a shit. He can kill me for all I care, there is no way I am willingly going to touch this boy.

"P... Peej?" An unfamiliar voice chokes out, causing Pj to quickly let go of me. I turn to see a pair of bright blue eyes and brown hair swept into a fringe, a bit like Phil's hair. Unfortunately, it was not Phil. He had the look of betrail and hurt written on his face, his blue eyes staring into Pj's deep green eyes. I'm still to traumatised to even comprehend what is happening right now, tears still streaming down my face. I begin to wonder where Phil is or what he's doing. Does he care about me? Probably not.

Then Pj says something that snaps me out of my thoughts, confusing the fuck out of me.

"Chris, babe, I'm sorry."

Babe? Isn't he straight and homophobic?

"Also, weren't you supposed to be at the other house waiting for-"

"Phil? Well yes I was." He cut off Pj with a mischevous chuckle, ending it with a cheeky smirk. "But we decided to come for you instead,"

"Chris, what do yo-" before he could finish, someone ran up behind him with a chair, hitting him over the head with it. The events of today gets to my head as my body collapses, everything turning black.

"Fuck that felt SO good!" The last thing I hear is the familiar, angelic voice yell, followed by laughter before I black out completely.

[Phil POV]

I highfive Chris, looking down at the damage I caused, seeing the chair legs shattered. I can't tell if the cracking sound it caused was Pj's head, just the chair or both. To be frank, I don't really care.

I look over at Dan, who looks exhausted, laying on the ground, passed out. Although he has injuries all over his face and he's nearly as pale as me, he still looks like an angel. Dan is easily the most beautiful man I have ever layed eyes upon.

Phil stop! You barely know him! I mean... As true as it is, you shouldn't be thinking like that yet.

I sigh, picking up the abnormally light boy in my arms. I walk out of the building to get the poor boy home and clean him up for the second time in two days. Not that I'm complaining, I love spending time with Dan and I will do anything to keep him safe, although i haven't been the best at it so far. I look down at him, his long eyelashes laying delecately on his pale cheeks. Dried blood and cuts coverhis face, which sickens me that someone would do that to such a person.

"You have a thing for him, don't you?" A northern accent rings through my ears. I look over to Chris, trying to push away what he asked.

"Pft, no,"

"Phil, I've been friends with you long enough to know these things," Was it that obvious? I mean, I don't even know myself if I have a thing for the beautiful human being they call Daniel Howell. Dan mumbled something that left me confused.

"You can't just always be helping me. I'm too dependant, Phil. I need to deal with problems myself."

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I flushed a sock down the toilet... How do I even...

Also is this too fast? Or should we take this back to Slowtown?