*Dans POV*
I was running. I heard a shout from behind which showed they were closing in.
'you can't run forever you fag!'
I slowed to a halt, better take it sooner rather than later, get it over and done with. A harsh slap walloped me and I immediately fell to the floor, looking up to see my torturer, Mt heart stopped when I looked them in the eye.
It was Phil...
'you are pathetic you know that right?' His spit sprayed all over my face as I backed away. 'I don't care about you dan. I never will! You may as well go jump in front of a car!'
His word hurt me more than the kick to the ribs following his words, He left me there alone on the park floor, Pain wreaked through my heart and soul and a scream ripped out of me-
*Phils POV*
A blooding curdling scream tore through the house and met my ears as I attempted to flip a pancake, turning the gas off as I went I ran upstairs to find dan on the floor, gazing at the ceiling.
'Get away from me!' He screamed, seeing me in the doorway. 'You don't care!'
'Dan,' I tried to speak soothingly to him 'you must have been dreaming, it's ok'
I knelt down and cradled his head in my hands.
