to the groom//phan

Chapter Twenty-Five

TW// abuse

*earlier that day*

Dan was shook awake after the horrifying night endured before.

"Wake the fuck up darling." Phil spat.

The sun wasn't even out yet, what time was it?

Dan's eyes shot open at the venomous voice.

"What the hell happened yesterday? I think you know which part I mean punk..."

Dan's breathing sped up as the memories of last night came back. He remembered hearing the knock at the door; Charlie yelling and whipping him one last time before going to open it.

He remembered hearing his old roommates sweet, angelic voice that scared him just as much as his boyfriend's.

He was too worn out to cry though, instead the fear consumed him and he blacked out.

"I-I don't know why he came..."

"Don't lie to me. Did you fucking text him again?!"

Dan's heart sunk and his cheeks flushed white.

"It's not my fault! I'm sorry, I swear! I'm so sorry!" Dan sobbed.

"Stop saying sorry you fucking cunt!"

Dan got the beating of his life that morning.

Every kick, punch, pull, shove; he deserved it.

"Stand the fuck up! We're going out to get me some coffee because your sorry ass wares me out  so much. Then we're going to deactivate that damn phone."

Phil went to the closet and pulled out what seemed to be a collar and a turtle neck, "You're going to wear these and skinny jeans, got it? I don't want anyone seeing those hideous scars you have."

Dan nodded quickly as he limped to retrieve the clothes.

"Stop limping you slut! God you're so fucking dramatic!"

Dan got ready as fast as a broken boy could, though his rib cage was on fire and he couldn't walk without pain shooting through his entire body. He was just glad Phil had avoided his face.

He wouldn't want anyone to think his boyfriend was being too harsh on him.