Scared of the dark

Control

Phil's pov

" It hurts Dan" I winced as it was inserted.

Dan went slower, so he didn't hurt me as much.
" I know, but just bare with me. This is for the best".

I nodded as he looked down to the drip being administered. Dan soon finished putting in the needle.

" Mark took away you're ability to eat, you've thrown up everything you've eaten in the last two days. You need nutrition" Dan explained as he turned the valve.
The clear liquid started to drip down the tube and into me.
I would be lying if I said I didn't find it at least a little gross.

" Sorry Ethan couldn't be here to be our medic, but hunters are on our trail and I could ask him to put himself in that kind of danger. He has a wife and kids to come home to, it's too dangerous" Dan told me as he packed up.

I nodded and held the bag with my free hand. I was currently in the passengers side of another car that Dan had gotten a few days ago. I didn't question how he got it, nor did I want to know.

It was a ford falcon, I think there was more to the name but I wasn't to good with cars. But I knew it was sliver.

Dan rested back into the drivers side and sighed.
" This chase for that damn demon is taking forever, the bastard keeps moving" Dan said through clenched teeth.

I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
" It's fine we'll find him soon".

Dan glanced at me, then I saw his eyes travel to the large bite wound on my neck. Every time Dan looks at me I can tell that he looks at it.

" He keeps fucking with you too! In the last week he's taken your voice multiple times. You've collapsed twice from pain and fallen over because you've lost your vision. Not to mention that he keep giving you horrible nightmares!" Dan burst out angrily.

I sighed as he ran a hand through his brown hair.

I shrugged.
" It could be worse Dan" I told him, trying to stay positive.

Dan glanced at me and put one hand on the steering wheel.
" How?" He asked.

My mind went blank. I was just expecting him to say.
' yeah' or ' I know'.
I searched my mind for an answer. I wanted to keep Dan positive otherwise we'll all go inside. Dan was my anchor, my distraction from this mark.

" I could be back in that room still" I told him.

The air grew quiet, neither of us saying anything.

I herd the fat away talking from a gas and go just of the highway. Sean was inside grabbing supplies and paying for the fuel.

Dan slowly took my hand and I had to resist to pull away by instinct. I hated it, but sometimes I couldn't stop myself. His warm hand wrapped around mind protectively.

I looked up to see Dan was looking at me with concern.
" You still haven't told me what happened to you there".

My breath got caught up in my throat and tears started to spike at my eyes as my thought drifted back to that room and that chair. I shuddered internally from the thought.

" Well um..." I started.
I didn't know where to start really.
" It was just torments and knifes, slaps and curses. Punched and kicks..." I told Dan my words getting stuck again. Unable to come out.

Dan started to rub circles into the back of my hands again. It had become a coping thing and it helped a lot. Thankfully Dan saw this and kept going.

" I was blindfolded for a lot of it. I never left that c-chair" I chocked out, finding it difficult to continue.
" There was a lot of...closeness".

Dan looked at me, confused by my last statement.
I averted his gaze and my eyes trailed down to our hands.

" To intimidate me, or maybe it was just to get c-closer. He would uh....sit on my lap, s-straddle me to be more accurate" I stuttered out.

Dan's held my hand tighter.
" Did he ever..." Dan trailed off.

I looked up at him, not knowing what he meant.

" Did he ever go...further...?" dan asked slowly.

My eyes widened with alarm.
" N-No!" I told him, shaking my head.

The cars atmosphere had grown cold again. A strangely comfortable silence filled the car.

" He uh-" I started again.

I saw Dan's gaze fix on me again, awaiting whatever I would say with an open mind. I swallowed, nervous.

" H-He would just make me very uncomfortable-" I wiped tears that threatened to spill over.

Dan engulfed me in a hug. Running my back.

" It's okay. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to" He told me, comforting me.

I nodded while I buried my head into his shoulder. I didn't cry, I wouldn't. I could be strong I knew I could.

" Thanks Dan" I spoke with a broken voice.

I let go and leant back in my seat and brushed my hair back. I sighed.

We both jumped as Sean got in the back with a bag. I picked up my IV bag and hooked it onto the safety handle above the door.

" I got enough water to last a few days. Got food incase Phil can eat again" Sean mumbled to us as he looked into the plastic bag.

He hadn't noticed what me and Dan where talking about earlier. It was either that or he wasn't saying anything.

" I also got this" Sean dumped a duffle bag into Dan's lap.

It was semi-light but he could tell that it had something in it. Dan and I froze, confused as to what it could be.

" Go on, look inside" Sean encouraged.

Dan and raised an eyebrow but zipped the bag open.
His eye widened.
" How'd you even get this?" He questioned.

" I know people" Sean shrugged and leant back in the back seat.

" What is it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Dan pulled the thing out. It was a large machete, the sliver blade glinted in the light of the sun. It was long, longer then Dan forearm and the blade was thick and strong.

Dan shook his head and placed it back in the bag, zipping it up. He threw it back back at Sean, who caught it.

" Why?" Dan asked.

" Well you did tell Mark you were gonna cut his head off, besides it's also a thank you for letting me tag along".

Dan shook his head again and started the car. The engine roared to life and we sped of towards the freeway.

" You're so weird Sean" Dan told our passenger.

I leant back into my seat. Letting the road full my thoughts.
Something was bothering me.

How did Sean know that Dan told Mark he'd cut his head off?