Dan and Phil Imagines and One Shots

It Shouldn't Have Ever Happened - Phan

(Do I have to by now? Triggering, domestic violence, abuse, trust issues, Dom!Husband!Phil Victim!Husband!Dan and yeah)

Where in the hell was he? His body stood in front of me, pinning his weight into me, keeping me to the wall. He towered over me and I was an inch taller than him. Where the hell was my husband. This thing? This thing is not him, whatsoever.

"You," He growled, digging his nails into my skin. "You are fucking nauseating, Daniel James Howell. I don't know why the fuck I married you in the first place." My best friend of eight years wasn't here anymore. Not since we became more than friends. Boyfriends... His demeanor about being with me changed the moment we said "I do" and I couldn't figure out why.

The tears were streaming faster than Hulu. "Phil, please... I'll do anything for you." I whimpered, timidly placing my hands on his chest, prepared to push him away. 

The next thing I know, I ducked as something hit the wall. I looked up and Phil was pulling a pocket knife out of the wall. "No, I'm sick and tired of you."

When and why did it all change?

Our honeymoon was just a hellmoon. Constant fights, Phil pushing me to the edge of uncomfortable. That's where it all started. A few months later, Dan never expected the hitting to start. Hitting turned into beating, turned into bruises and marks left on my now discolored skin.

I would still probably never know why he beat me. Phil decided to put the knife back in the wall, pushing me to the ground. "I don't know why I asked you to marry me. I hate you." For the first time ever, Phil let his leg swing, connecting his shoe to my ribcage. I began screaming out in pain, along with coughing. "Shut the fuck u-" Why would he stop talking? I only began hard to breathe as I began throwing up blood. "Dan." Phil became concerned, trying to roll me over. I let go of the red fluid onto the floor underneath me. I couldn't breathe, but otherwise, I'd choke to death. 

I shook slightly, trying to breathe deeply, "I-It hurts, baby... It hurts so damn much." I was trying hard to breathe, but nothing could help me. Each shallow breath I took hurt like shit. I glanced up at Phil. He was completely disheveled and in tears. I continued breathing rapidly but shortly.

"Dan... No... No, I didn't just break your rib." He was panicking. "No... I didn't just break it. And it's not poking your lungs or your heart. No, no, no!" Phil couldn't breathe either, deeply in denial. 

I grabbed his hand, "Just call someone," I rasped out before feeling faint.

*~*~*~*~*

I woke up in a hospital bed with a tightness on my chest. Phil was pacing back and forth, crying and whispering to himself. "Dear God, no. Please, please don't let him die. I don't... I can't live without him please." He eventually looked out the window. "If you bring him back, it'll never happen again." He leaned against the glass, putting all of his body weight and then some on it. "If you don't... Take me too."

I couldn't stand to pretend like I was asleep again. "I-It..." Phil turned and looked at me, running to my bedside. He cried as he held my hand. "It shouldn't..." I took a deep breath, "shouldn't have happened." I slowly removed my hand from his. "I shouldn't be here... and you shouldn't have ever laid a damn hand on me."

Phil shook his head, "No, I know... But please, it won't happen again." He leaned in to kiss my forehead and I turned away.

"You're damn right it won't happen again." I sighed. "I'm going to live with Chris for a little while. We need to be separated." It broke Phil's heart but he broke my everything. My heart, my trust, my soul, my security. I didn't care in this point in time. He broke our fucking vows.

"No, Dan, I can change. Please. Y-You can take our room, I'll go sleep in the office. Y-You can make me do anything. Please, you can't leave me." He was disheveled and I was cold. I shook my head, turning on my side to sleep. He continued to cry and plead. I just ignored him. 

The next week, I was discharged from the hospital and Phil offered to drive. "My conditions stand. I'm not coming home today. I'll take a bus." I grabbed my bags from him and walked toward the bus stop. Phil started to follow me and I turned on my heel, smacking him. 

"You ruined this marriage. You fucking broke me and I still love you, so much. Besides me trying to stay alive to love you, I'm also leaving so the tables don't turn and I beat your ass like you did mine every fucking night until you scream for me to stop, crying with apologetic tone." I yelled. I was in tears and Phil reached to hug me. "Don't you fucking touch me." I backed up, still very scared of what he'd do.

Phil backed down, stepping away. "I'm sorry. I'll call Chris to come get you. You're not going on a bus, I don't care if you're leaving me."

I agreed to that sitting with him until Chris came. We sat in silence as we waited. Chris came within the hour. As Phil got up to open the door, I grabbed his wrist, turning his attention to me. I kissed him softly, getting into the car and closing the door. "What was that?" Chris asked. "What happened?"

I sighed, "It's a long story that shouldn't have ever happened."