Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 37

A/N- the italics in this chapter are thoughts and dreaming, so it starts in a dream. The first part is a little fuzzy, so there's no dialogue, but it gets more descriptive as the dream goes on. It'll make more sense as you read I just didn't want y'all to be confused.

||Dan's POV||

I'm in Phil's car, pulling up to my house. He lets go of my hand and we both get out. Then suddenly, we're in my house, which is an odd setting. Phil never comes to my house, its always the other way around. Before I can stop it, my father barges in, shouting at the two of us. Phil tries talking to him, although I protest quietly. Before I know it, Phil is knocked out leaving me wide eyed and truly shocked.

The next memory I have is not particularly from my perspective. It's like I'm watching the scene play out, without having the ability to stop any of it. It starts with my father standing over Phil, whose tied to a dining chair. I'm sitting in the corner, although in this moment I can only see myself, not control a thing I do. I beg and plead for my father to let him go, and have his way with me instead. "Dad! Just please let him go! He doesn't deserve this! Please!" I beg, tears filling my eyes.

"He should've known that messing around with you would have its downsides."

"Please don't hurt him!"

"I'll do whatever I want. You did this." He huffs, both of us watching as Phil wakes up, instantly trying to get free.

"You fuc-"

"Shut it." He orders, beating him until I'm crying my eyes out and begging him to stop. "How many times did you fuck him?" My father wonders, looking him up and down.

"That doesn't concern you."

"I think it does."

"No-"

"I could kill you."

"Fucking try."

"Dad! Don't! Please." I beg, sobbing.

"Your little boyfriend over here thinks its a good idea to test me." He spits, grabbing a knife from his pocket. He puts it to his neck and chuckles as his eyes grow wide.

"Quit it!" I shout, rushing over in an attempt to stop him, only to grab the blade and cut myself pretty bad. "Fucking-" I hiss, growing sick at the blood pouring from the wound.

"Don't fuc-" Phil starts, only to get that same blade, right in the stomach. My jaw drops and I freeze. Of course it doesn't stop there, because he takes the blade out only to stab him a few more times.

I jolt up in the bed, drenched in sweat and sick to my stomach. I slowly sink back into reality when I look over at the body next to me. "Fuck." I whisper, sighing heavily. I lie back down, letting a tear fall.

"Dan?" I hear Phil's sleepy voice mumble. "Come here." He mumbles, moving over and wrapping an arm around me. "You okay?" He says and I can tell he's only half awake and probably won't remember this conversation in the morning.

"Just a dream. I'll be fine." I shake my head, calming down a little.

"Try and sleep baby." He yawns, making me smile. I roll my eyes, sinking down in the bed and cuddling up to him.

"Love you." I mumble after a bit, pretty sure he's asleep.

"Love you too Dan." He whispers, pulling me closer. I blush, closing my eyes and managing to fall back asleep.

~~The next morning~~

I wake up to kisses trailing from my neck to my lips, and a blush creeping onto my cheeks as i realize the situation I'm in. "Good morning to you too." I giggle, pecking his lips. I missed this kind of thing. I'm glad that this whole thing didn't make anything awkward.

After a few minutes I'm dragged out of bed as Phil insists on breakfast. "I'm not hungry." I say, following him down the stairs. My stomach growls just as I finish the sentence, proving that I am in fact hungry.

"Not hungry huh?" He teases, and I roll my eyes, sitting myself down. I reluctantly agree to eating something, knowing that I probably should. In a few minutes I manage to eat some of it, nothing looking appetizing to begin with.

The rest of the morning flies by, with the two of us ending up talking with his family for an hour. We then end up going back up to his room and talking through some of this mess. I end up filling him in on this past week, and he does the same.

After some crying and a whole lot of hugs, we're cuddled up on his bed, both of us wanting to do nothing but just that. Personally, I just wanted to be as close to him as possible. I was practically torturing myself being away from him for over a week. Turns out I need him a lot more then I think. Its almost as if we never had a problem to begin with. I still feel terrible for it, but other then that, its alright.

But at the moment, he seems to be quite focused on whatever is playing on the tv. I on the other hand find him a bit more entertaining. It's taking a lot not to crawl into his lap and kiss him till we're breathless. I need to stop thinking that way. It's a bit of a problem. I'm gonna get myself in an uncomfortable situation.

~~873 words~~
A/N- guess who's driving to school as we speak? I hate people. More specifically the people at my school. It's a catholic school. Ew. Kms
Let's just hope today doesn't end too bad?? Baii
-M