Broken//Phan

Ch. 18

[Phil POV]

Shit, that can't be good. I put down the spoon I was using to whisk the eggs and head towards where I heard the crash. I know, doesn't sound like the best of plans, but come on. I'd risk my life for Dan. Too soon? No, it's never too soon for the truth.

I see the front door still open, a vase from the small table next to it on the ground, smashed. Well, Mum's definitely going to kill me. But unfortunately, Dan wasn't there. Naturally, I begin to freak out.

He can't of just disappeared. Where did he go? Someone must've taken him away. But who? The voice that said that Dan wasn't me sounded scarily familiar. Was it him? Did he take him? Is Dan hurt? I will fucking kill him if he hurt-

As I stand directly in front of the door, I see something that instantly snaps me out of my thoughts.

A tall, older man is in view, rocking onto his heels. He is dressed in a suit, looking very fancy and posh. He looked as if he was talking to someone outside. He turned slightly, looking at me. His face was clear. The voice and the face now match up. Usually people are happy to put a name or voice to a face, in this case, I was mortified.

My blood runs cold, paralyzed in fear. I don't understand why this helps you in these sort of situations, but that's besides the point.

"Hello, Philip." By this point, I could blend in perfectly with a hospital wall. Who knew I could get any paler than I already am?

"Wh-what are y-you doing h-here?"

"To retrieve my son back." I was lost for words at this point, on the verge of crying, barely choking out any words. I get there eventually.

"L-like you could do that, y-you n-need legal c-custody!"

"Boy, this is MY house!"

"Fuck you! No it's not! You abused and left Mum and I when I was six years old! You can't just come back ten years later deciding you can just take me and everything back like nothing fucking happened!!" I scream at my own "father", who by all means doesn't deserve that label. I hear a groan, sounding like it came from Dan, then something that sounded like a traumatizing and intense high five.

"DAN! NO!" I scream, launching myself forward, only to have my dad stop me. He smirks cheekily at me.

"So, you know him?" I hear Always by Panic! At The Disco play in the background as I scowl at the man who won't let go of me. I take this opportunity to look over his shoulder to see if I can catch a glimpse of the young boy, which I regret instantly.

He has a pained on his unconcious face, a deep red hand print on his face, along with other bruises and punch marks. That's the last I see of Dan before he is dragged away. The man lets go of me and runs away. I slump against the door frame, tears prick the back of my eyes as Brendon Urie's voice fills the house. It hurts that I can't look after one person, and even more as I feel a very strong connection with the beautiful teenager.

"It was always you," Pathetically, the tears leave my stinging eyes.

"Dan," I sob. "Why is it always you?"

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Guess who's back?

Me bitches :P

Sorry, I've had writers block and this was meant to be a filler, but this seems to have moved the plot a lot more than I had intended... Whoops...

I spent my whole weekend having a Philathon and I didn't eat for nearly 21 hours what is this even me you're talking to?

But it's so cool watching Phil evolve, and I'll probably do the same thing with Dan next weekend.

Also I've had the Draw Phil Naked theme song, Toxic, ...Baby One More Time and Check Yes Juliet stuck in my head because of this Philathon... Cheers Philly

Also also is this coming along okay? Give me feedback please and thanks.

Until Next Time...