Little Wonder (Phan)

Seventy.

"Pidge is out tonight but I would be more than happy to let you crash here, would you like some tea? All we've got is honey, but Pidge says it helps to soothe nerves." Looking me up and down with a pair of shapely dark eyes she clicked her tongue and nodded, "And by the look of it all you're nerves are on edge." Guiding me over to the familiar couch I sat down and lay back with a sigh, everything was so messed up again and it was my fault. I've never been good at the whole 'being considerate of other people's feelings', and that usually got me into a lot of issues. "Did you and Phil have a fight?" It was Deen, that was her name, Pidge's girlfriend if I got it right. She hadn't liked me at first when she thought I was trying to hit on Pidge, but I think she came around to tolerating me. But right now I didn't see a lick of distaste or disinterest, she was as caring as you would expect any mum to be. But I'm pretty sure she wasn't a mum yet. "I know we haven't been around to visit much, but things seem pretty messed up, Dan."

Handing me my tea with a soft smile she sat beside me and rubbed my back, Pidge must've rubbed off on her because she knew exactly how to do it to calm me down. "I came home just drunk off my ass and started a fight but couldn't even finish it and he kicked me out." Taking a sip I let out a satisfied noise and nodded, just how anybody would like it. "He's been mad at me before, but I've never thought of him kicking me out and I'm scared, Deen." Looking over at her with large eyes, shaking a bit, I tried my best not to cry. "What if he doesn't take me back? He could do so much better than me, anyone can see that, but I'm so scared. He's everything I've ever needed, he's my reason to smile, he's my happiness." It was cheesy, but she didn't seem to mind. "Deen, I don't want to lose him, no matter if I don't deserve him."

"Just give it a few days or however long you think it'll take for him to cool off and think clearly, he's probably just stressed and not thinking straight." Getting up she got a couple of duvets for me and a pillow or two, I usually liked to be comfy. "And maybe, you should try and think about others, I know you always do, but do it more often. It's easy to think only of yourself, it's how human beings are wired." Setting up the couch for me she leaned over and pecked my forehead, and I was fully willing and ready to admit that it made me feel better, and I felt a smile appear on my lips. "And trust me, from what I've seen and heard, that man loves you too much to stay away for long. Heck, if I didn't know any better I would say he might even show up tonight. Just keep an ear out, okay?" Agreeing I watched her leave and sat by myself, here I was again, running away from my problems despite being kicked out this time, but I didn't even try to fight back or stand up for myself. Why did I always feel like I had to start a fight?

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There was loud banging on the door around 4 in the morning and I almost just straight up ignored it, but something was thrown at me from a distance while the door was opened. I looked up to see Deen standing in front of a large figure and wondered if she'd need any help or if I should just go back to bed. She was pretty capable of taking care of herself. "He's in here, just be quiet, okay? I want to go back to bed." Stepping to the side I suddenly knew whose figure that was and tried to make myself as small as possible on the couch, hoping that maybe he wouldn't see me. But of course that was a silly thought, I was a 6ft man and I was never able to hide anywhere. "And watch out, I don't want you're clumsy self knocking any of my stuff over, Pidge will kill me if anything is messed up when she gets back." He nodded his head, but he might've as well not even heard her, because his focus was on me. Sitting up I looked down, wrapping a duvet around me. I'd taken my shirt off sometime throughout the night because I'd gotten to warm, but now I just felt exposed and wished I hadn't done that.

Leaving us to our own devices, Deen walked back upstairs and I heard her door close. She was going back to bed, getting the extra hour of sleep before getting up for real for her job. "Hi." I whispered, I didn't want to spook him or have Deen yell at me, I don't think I could take any more yelling tonight. "Look, I'm staying out, okay? If Deen says I can't stay any longer than I'll just have to bunk down with Louise, I want to give you space. I was unreasonable and I do think about myself too much, I always forget to wonder what you might be thinking and --" I didn't want to continue, I wanted him to just tell me what he came here for and then get it over with, so he could leave and I could go back to sleep. Sleep is a place where you didn't have to worry about anything. "Just tell Winnie that I'm gonna be out for a few days, okay? Phil?"

But instead of answering me he lunged at me, he was still mad, his face was red and he was frowning down at me, but there was something else on his mind as well. He was pinning me against the couch and his lips were attached to mine within seconds, but they were forceful, rough, not taking no for an answer. "I'm still mad at you, I've been trying to think of something to do to you, what kind of punishment you should have. But everytime I try to think clearly, all I can think about is how you looked when I kicked you out. Sad, unstable, weak. And I don't know why, call me a bad person, but all I wanted to do at that moment was pin you to the ground and fuck you until you couldn't scream anymore, and then some." He was licking upwards on my neck, growling at the noises I made. "I just want to fuck you, I want you to scream my name."

Whimpering at the way I felt, I tried to struggle but he had a pretty strong hold on my hip and wasn't allowing any movement. "I don't like being mad at you, Daniel. I love you, but there are some -- sometimes I just want to slap you." Was he threatening me? Was he really that upset with me? Did he want to hurt me? "But instead of slapping your face, I thought of slapping your ass and the responsive noises you make." He was sexually frustrated, it was easy to see now, that's the other thing he was feeling. He wanted to take his frustration out on me. He wanted to pin me down and do whatever he wanted to me. He reached down and I think I gave him just the noises he was wanting to hear. "I just want you to forgive me afterwards, okay? Hit me if I'm going to hard, okay?" He was huffing and puffing, getting up and off of me, looking down at me with those ocean eyes looking scarily serious. "Now get over here and show me your ass. Now." 

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