Evermore- Phan

Chapter 8

Dan's P.O.V.

I watched YouTube until I heard footsteps running up the driveway. Turning off the TV, I looked at the time... 12am. Mum had worked late. Someone knocked on the door. That's when I knew it wasn't Mum. She knew I was home and wouldn't have knocked. I got up to answer the door only to be greeted by my Pastel Prince, his face red, eyes bloodshot and flower crown askew. "Phil! What happened?" I asked, bringing him inside and dragging his ass onto the couch. "I-I-It's my parents!" Phil gasped, running his hands over the fake flowers.

"Hey, hey... just calm down. Breathe and tell me what happened." I said, running a hand over his back. Phil told me the entire story about his father coming home late, drunk and when his mother asked where he'd been, he replied with, "with my girlfriend you little slag." and slapped both Phil and his mum. I looked at him. I could see a faint outline of a hand on his left cheek. "Sh,sh,shhhh.... you're okay now. Just breathe okay?" I said, pulling him onto my chest and playing with his hair.

After about 5 minutes, Phil's breathing had slowed and he looked up at me. "D-Dan?" he whispered. "Yeah?" I said, looking down at him. "I-Is it o-okay if I stay here tonight?" Phil asked. "Of course it is." I reassured him, hearing a car door close. It was 1:30 and I ran to the window. "Mum's home." I said. When she came in, she engulfed me in a hug and smiled. "Hey sweetie." she said. Then she saw Phil. "Honey, who's this?" she asked.

"Mum.... I have something to tell you." I said, looking at Phil to give me confidence. He nodded and I let out a sigh. "Mum... I'm gay. This is Phil and he's my boyfriend." I said. Mum, who had just slipped her shoes off, stared at me. "Oh honey. Why on Earth didn't you tell me before?" she asked, hugging me again. "Didn't know how." I mumbled. "Mum, you're crushing me." I said and she let go. "Oops, sorry." Mum laughed. "Can Phil stay tonight? It's not safe for him to go home." I said. Mum nodded and stretched out a hand to Phil. "Nice to meet you Phil." she said.

"N-Nice to meet you too Mrs Howell." Phil said, shaking Mum's hand. "Right. Now off to bed, both of you." Mum said stiffly. "B-B-But I'm not t-t-tired!" I said, covering my mouth as I yawned. "Right. Bed, now." Mum said, pointing to my room. Phil and I traipsed to my room, our heads hung. "I've got some clothes you can borrow." I said, throwing him an MCR shirt that was too small for me, plus a pair of black shorts.

"Thanks." he said, taking the clothes and making a head for the door. "You can just get changed here. I have to have a shower anyway." I said, as Phil yawned loudly. "Thanks." he mumbled again as I picked my pyjamas up from on my bed and found my towel that was on the floor. I fumbled, looking for the band-aides for my fairly new eyebrow bar. "What are you looking for?" Phil asked, removing his pastel blue jumper. His white undershirt slid up to show several scars across his abdomen. "The band-aides for my eyebrow. What happened to your stomach?" I asked. Phil blushed wildly and pulled his shirt down.

"It's nothing. Is this what you were looking for?" Phil asked, holding up the crushed box of band-aides. "Yeah. But Philly... it's not nothing. Please tell me." I said, taking the box from him. Phil sat down on the edge of my bed, his blue jeans and white shirt standing out on my black and grey covers. His shoulders were shaking and when he spoke again his voice trembled. "It's my dad. He's been cheating for a while and I found out. Every time I tried to tell Mum, he would threaten me and he would also cut or hit me. Those ones," He lifted his shirt to reveal several long, white scars on his stomach,

"Dad cut me when I was asleep. I woke up in a pool of my own blood and Mum took me to hospital as Dad was passed out on the sofa. They stitched it up. 100 stitches." Phil said, looking at my bewildered expression. I was speechless. All I did was lean over and hugged him. He seemed shocked at first but softened soon after. Once we let go of each other, I looked at him. "You're safe now. I'll never hurt you. I promise." I said. "I know." he replied. I got up and walked over to my mirror. Opening the Band-Aid, I stuck it over my eyebrow, wincing slightly. It still hurt after all. I went for a shower and when I came back, I couldn't help myself but smile. Phil was dead asleep under my covers. I chuckled at my boyfriend sleeping peacefully, a smile etched across his face. "I love you." I whispered, sliding into bed beside him. And although it was faint and I may have been hearing things, I could have sworn that I heard Phil say,

"I love you too."