Flower ((A Dan Howell Fanfiction))

Chapter Sixteen:

I feel like I left you all on such a terrible note, and I'm truly sorry about that last chapter, but it had been part of the plan since the beginning. So, to attempt to amend that terrible thing, I give you another chapter.

By the time I make my way to Dan and Phil's building, I'm starting to lose the adrenaline I felt earlier. I was tiredly making my way to their flat.

I was terribly tired by the time I went to knock on their door.

And when it was Phil that answered, and I was greeted with his horrified expression and scared "CHRYS!", I let out a breath of relief, took one step forward, and then feinted.

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When I woke up, it was still dark.

As soon as I opened my eyes, someone was looming next to me.

My first instinct kicked in.

"Please, no. Don't touch me." Tears filled my eyes, and I moved away. I was laying on Dan and Phil's couch, still in my ruined dress, scooting away from a broken Dan like my life depended on it.

Phil walked in and smiled when he saw me awake, but Dan let out a small sigh and sat down in his arm chair that was seated near the couch.

I looked away from Dan's deflated expression.

Phil cautiously knelt next to the sofa. He was holding a pair of clothes—a large Pokémon shirt and a pair of sweats—and a bowl filled with water and a rag.

"Flower, what happened?" Phil whispered as he held up the wet rag, squeezing out the excess. He pressed it gently against my cut cheek, and I know it hurt—it was stinging terribly—but I didn't make a sound and instead stared at a random spot on their carpet.

"It was Jackie," I whisper just as soft as Phil.

Both Phil and Dan freeze.

"What?" Dan asks and his tone chills me to my core.

Phil looks over his shoulder as Dan stands and begins to pace, muttering angrily to himself.

"Dan, sit back down. You're going to scare her more." Dan abruptly stops, and looks over at me, and then he sits.

Phil turns back to me and continues to clean the blood and dirt from my cheek.

"How did this happen?" Phil asks after Dan relaxed into his chair.

I take a shaky breath, "He didn't like the word No."

Phil doesn't say anything; he just frowns deeper.

After the blood is cleaned from my cheek, Phil lightly cleans the blood from my lip and then puts the rag back in its bowl. He unwraps two Hello Kitty Band-Aids and sticks them over the cut, and smiles.

"I got you some clothes to change into." I smile at Phil.

"Thank you," I say as I take the clothes and make my way for their bathroom.

I tried to avoid looking at myself in the mirror. I knew there was a large bruise on my cheek and a gash straight through it. I could feel it. I knew my bottom lip was swollen and my jaw scraped. I could feel that too.

I just busied myself with tearing myself out of my ruined dress and changing into the sweats and the larger-than-me shirt. When I walked out, Dan and Phil were sitting together on the sofa and I was waddling around like a fat duck in clothes that were way too big. I had to fold down the waistband for it to even be close to fitting, but the legs were still too long.