Broken//Phan

Ch. 37

Guess who's back motherfuckers 

[Dan POV]

I flinch at the boy's words, shrunken so small that the shorter boy is now almost looming over me. God, aren't you just a pathetic little bitch? I subconsciously squeeze Phil's hand, realizing when when he squeezes mine back in response.

"Why does it matter?" I hear Phil, sounding angry as he defends us. I tug his hand, signalling to leave them alone as it doesn't matter. He squeezes my hand, telling me that he doesn't insult us and get away with it. After I tug his hand once more, I soon realise the voice I could hear without processing the words was coming from the boy looming over me like the buildings of the city, despite our height differences.

"Aw, look guys! The fags are communicating by holding hands! How cute!" The blonde boy infront of me says mockingly as I feel Phil tense up, getting unbelievably angry. I tug at Phil's hand more violently than before, trying to pull him backwards, try make him walk away. But no, his only response is to vigorously shake his head as he pulls my weight closer to his body, not budging otherwise.

"Fuck off, Caspar. Take your pitiful friends with you." I continue to attempt to pull the ebony haired boy away from the scene unfolding as he yells at the arrogant teenagers infront of us. Phil, refusing to let them slide, pulls me back to where I started, all my strength dissipating in a single movement.

"Did I not slap some sense into you last week? Did you not learn from it?" I glance up at Phil, light eyebrows knitted together, lips drawn in a fine line. You could almost see the fumes escaping his ears, his face growing redder and redder as he rubs his cheek under his fringe. I lower my head, loosening my grip on our hand embrace, a bit intimidated by Phil's anger.

"I learned that you're more of a dick than I thought. Does that count?"

"Looks like I'll have to teach you again, but this time your boyfriend will be watching." Caspar chuckles lowly. Phil slips his hand out of mine, holding his arms out in a 'try me bitch' manner.

"Go on then!"

"No Phil! Do- Ooph!" I stumble backwards, arms flinging around my stomach out of instinct. What else would you do if you just got punched in the stomach? Especially if it was directly where stitches are embedded because of your prick-ass dad. Story of my life, am I right?

I glance up at Phil, eyes widening as the flame of anger flickers through the vibrant ocean of his eyes. I slide down the wall of the shop behind me, everything swirling around and around, like I'm on a merry-go-round.

"Oh my god! No, Dan!!" I hear the familiar voice in the background of my mind shouting at me, making my headache from the pain inflicted upon my stomach so much worse. 

I feel a body next to mine, one hand holding my hands upon my stomach whilst the other arm is wrapping itself around my neck. Normally, I would karate-chop anyone who touches my neck, but I'm in too much pain to be fussed over it.

"See!" I hear an awful cackle. "Philip Lester has turned soft! You were cool until he came along." The darkness took me as it's prisoner before I could process any words after that.

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I'm back and ready to shove more cliffhangers up your ass

So, I'm guessing for those of y'all who didn't see the comment from my brother's account on the last chapter are wondering why I died for nearly 2 months

Well, long story short, my dad was pissed, I was reading phanfiction when I wasn't supposed to and my phone no longer exists.

So yeah... But I'm alive

Also shoutout to @pewsepticplier1254 coz their comments made me laugh and smile when I was in the middle of a shit storm

Hmm... That sounds like a familiar story *cough* *cough*

Anyway, Until Next Time...

OH BEFORE I FORGET if I wrote a non-phan book, would y'all read it? Just curious..