Watched // Phan (HIATUS)

Chapter 23

Dans pov:
The cold cobbled streets press painfully up against the sole of my shoe. The icey wind piercing my skin like pins and needles poking my veins. My foggy breath dances into the wind, unknown shapes and Patterns being created, and swirling away. I see the bright Christmas lights hanging on the brick walls of the neighborhoods local shops. Songs from many years ago echoing down the pavements. It's peaceful. Everyone is so calm and collected at this is the time of year. It's beautiful. I look around, watching the Carol singers hum tunes, the line for Santa's grotto becoming longer by the second. It's quaint, it's cute. I enter the corner shop to buy some necessities the boys asked me to get for the up incoming Christmas dinners. Inside is decorated beautifully with tinsel hanging off the ceiling and Christmas trees at every corner. This entire place is a living wonderland.

"Have a wonderful Christmas young man!" A jolly old lady says from behind the counter. "And a happy new year to you too", I reply. The walk back is fairly enjoyable, only getting stopped a couple times to be told about Christmas sales. I'm not used to all this kindness, it's alarming and unusual. I walk past the towns pub where all the men are singing unknown football songs. I stop in my tracks when the vibe suddenly changes. "Ugh come on!" Half the men shout in annoyance. "Who the fuck is she, ruining our game!" One man screams particularly loudly. I turn around hesitantly to see a familiar face on the TV. "Daniel, did you think that even though I'm in prison you could escape me? Think again sweetie" The devilish voice of Sammy booms over the speakers all around me. No. This can't be happening again. How can she do That? I fall backwards off the pavement and onto the Road beneath me, staring questionably at the pubs TV. Did she... How did she hack it? What does she want from me? My leg starts bouncing around anxiously, a cold sweat beginning. I use my now scuffed hands to push myself up from the ground, looking down at the cuts blood. Run. My mind tells me as I begin sprinting back to the house. Tears run down my flushed cheeks. Eyes following me every step I take. And yet the cheerful Christmas tunes continue playing in the background. I finally reach the front door, which I collapse into. Resting my head helplessly on the closing door. "Dans back!" A muffled voice says from a couple rooms away. "Heeyy da-" Pj freezes in place, noticing the fear in my patchy eyes. I look at him emotionless, not able to move, only able to breath heavily. "Pj" I call, falling into his open arms for a hug. "Oh my god, Phil! Chris! Come here please!" He yells through to them. Their footsteps shake the ground lightly, telling me that they are coming. "Yeah? What is it- Dan!" Phil runs over to us. Pj passes me over to Phil so I can weep into his jumper. "Phil" I cry. "What happened hon?" He asks, mouthing to the boys to leave the hall for a moment. "Sh- She followed us-s. I saw her in th-e pubs TV. I thought she wouldn't fi-nd us." I stutter. Phil holds the back of my head as I hide my face from the light. I'm bad luck. Nothing ever goes right for me, or anyone that is near me.

Phil's pov:
Dan rests his head on my shoulder while I wrap an oversized blanket around us. "Would you like a cup of tea Dan?" Chris crouches down in front us, placing his hand gently on Dan's forearm. He gives me a quick look, asking if it was okay. I giggle silently, nodding my head for approval. "Yes please" Dan whimpers, moving as close as he can to me. Chris smiles while standing up to leave the room. "I don't know how this keeps happening. I don't know what else we can do". I say limply. Giving in, giving up on us. Dan's head twists so that he Is hiding his face In between my Arm. I readjust my arm, hugging Dan harder. He sniffles. "We can't let her win. My brother did, and I want to prove to him that I can do it." Dan tells me. I smile down at him. Even though this hell he has been living in for years now still hasn't ended, he still doesn't want to properly give up. He makes me Proud to call him mine. "Did somebody order a cup of tea with milk and 2 spoonfuls of sugar?" Pj enters bubbly. Dan sniggers while sitting up in place. "Thank you" He answers, taking the boiling cup off of Pj. Chris soon comes into the room, they sit down on the couch opposite. Dan lets the warm substance trickle down his throat, soaking his dryness. "If you don't mind us asking, what- what happened?" Chris asks politely. Dan takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he's about to say. "Well you know my dad's girlfriend, the devil herself. Well she has been harassing us since prison. I don't know how she's doing it, but there's someone else. It can't be the father I had, he is also in jail. So I don't know who it could be." His voice breaks at the end, biting his lip to hold back on coming tears. "I'm such a baby". He says, throwing his head in his hands. I pull his head closer to me, gently kissing the top of it. I look over at Chris and Pj's pitiful faces. They stare at me, and in they couple seconds, We have a full conversation.
He doesn't deserve this to be happening to him, he's so young. Chris eyes. I know. I reply. Why out of everyone has she chose Dan. Pj Asks through his looks. I don't know. We must protect him, I will do all I can. I finish. They nod their heads. We have that entire conversation through our eyes. "Don't worry Dan, we are here, we won't let her get to you". Pj says, we all nod. "I know, but they are good. They found me at Phil's house, they found me here. Who knows where else can they find us." Dan replies. We all stare at him intrigued. Dan looks up when my hands wrap round his fiddling fingers. Holding them together tightly. I tell him that he is safe, even though I don't know that that's entirely true, and we sit in silence until dinner is cooked.

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Who knows what's happening now. Oh well. Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ