Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 14

Trigger warning- rape/abuse ( its not in much detail I just thought I'd put a warning either way.  ) There will be +++ where it starts and it goes till the end

||Dan's POV||

"Daniel! I said a DAY! If you don't get your fat ass back home, it won't be pretty. Be home in an hour. I'll kill you if you decide to show up any later." My father shouts into the phone, so loudly I'm sure Phil can hear. I can tell he does because he looks at me worriedly.

"Uhm- I.. Uh- Yeah. I'll be home." I stutter, Phil's brother walking out quickly as he notices the tone of my voice.

"Make it quick and maybe I won't call a friend over." He sneers, making my stomach drop.

"P-Please don't I'll be home i-in 20." I stutter, losing the ability to speak without choking on my words.

"Twenty minutes Dan! Not a minute later!" He shouts into the phone harshly making me jump.

"Oh- Okay." I stutter as he hangs up and I let a sob out. "I gotta go home Phil." I mumble, rolling half on top of him and hugging him tightly, tears in my closed eyes.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Phil whispers softly, a hand rubbing my back gently.

"You heard him, he'll kill me if I don't come home soon. I've got to." I mumble into his chest, not wanting to go back to that house even if it costs my life.

"What did he mean by bring a friend over Dan?" He asks cautiously.

"Y-You don't want to know." I say, crying harder at the thought of it.

"I think I already do." He whispers knowingly, holding me tighter as I sob into his sweater. "How many times has that happened?"

"T-Two. Only when he's real mad at me." I whimper, so done with the way the world treats me. At this point, I want to run away from it all, but that's not possible, I guess. I calm down a bit and sit up on the bed, wiping my eyes.

"I can't bring you there if that's going to happen Dan." He says sadly, not meeting my eyes.

"Well I'll walk if I have to, I've gotta go." I say, knowing that as much as I'd like to stay here, or run away, there'd be no way.

"I'll drive you. But promise me you'll call me tonight so I can make sure you're okay. And if it goes bad, come here."

"Promise." I nod, grabbing my stuff and my bike and getting into Phil's car. I look down at my sweater, noticing its not actually mine, it's Phil's. I ended up using some of his clothes because I didn't plan on staying more then a day. Phil notices me looking down at the clothes and smiles.

"You can keep the jumper." He assures me sweetly.

"Thanks." I mumble as he pulls into my driveway. I hug him tightly, grabbing my bag and opening the door. His eyes scan over my head and he bites his lip worriedly.

"Hey Dan?" He asks and I look his way, half way out of the car. "I love you. Be safe."

"I love you too Phil." I smile, getting out of the car with my stuff and opening my front door. My smile drops instantly at my dad's drunken friend sitting in the living room. "Oh god." I say under my breath, quietly walking in and closing the door.

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"Look what little slut decided to come home." My dad slurs, walking up to me.

"Where's mom?" I ask nervously, my nails digging into my arm.

"That bitch, is in her room, passed out. She won't be waking up for a while. In case you we're hoping for someone to save you."

"O-Okay." I stutter weakly, feeling a strong hand grip my thin arm, surely leaving a bruise.

"Come on." A blonde huffs, gripping me tightly. I jerk back, trying to pull away from the hands that grip at me.

"Dad please. I came home in time. I didn't mean to stay out. I just didn't know when you wanted me b-back." I plead, tears building in my eyes.

"Listen next time. And maybe tell me before you go off with some guy." He says, pushing me back to the blonde.

"I w-wasn't with him l-like that!" I object, getting felt up by the guy as I struggle.

"Oh really? A fag like you is definitely not there just to be friends." He spits, making me feel weak. He's right. I don't want Phil as just my friend. I want to be with him. But not just to get it on. I want him as a boyfriend.. I really wish I had listened to him about staying with him.

"I-I was." I stutter, choking on my words at the disgusting way my dad's friend is touching me.

"Don't lie to me." He says, slapping me in the face and leaving a mark.

"S-Sorry." I choke out, tears falling from my eyes. "P-please just let me go to my room." I beg pitifully.

"No." He states, sitting on the couch and watching. "Jacob, have some fun my friend." he smiles wickedly. I scream and struggle as strong arms pin me to his body, making me feel sick.

"Stop! Please!" I shout, pushing his hands off me as best as I can. Tears stream down my face as I'm pushed to the floor and before I can scramble to my feet he's on top of me. "Get off me you fucking perv!" I yelp, spitting in his face. That was definitely a bad idea.

"You little bitch!" Jacob shouts, punching me in the face and wrapping his hands around my neck. I gasp for air desperately, my vision getting spotty. Before I know it everything fades to black and I pass out.

When I wake up the house is quiet and seemingly empty. My body is aching, and one look at myself and I can tell a lot happened while I was asleep. The tears instantly fall from my eyes as I look down at my bare, beaten up body. The sting in my lower area confirms what I expected. In between sobs I manage to grab my clothes and my phone and scramble up the stairs.

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