Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 45

||Dan's POV||

For the past week, my life has been pretty good. Sam and his friends have left me alone for the most part. My dad hasn't done anything crazy because my mom is home. I've been going over Phil's house almost every day. And of course everything is great when I'm with him. I don't really know why, but I've been in a good mood lately.

Maybe it's the Christmas time feeling. It's only the 8th of December, but there's Christmas music around and just the overall good feeling. Of course, my house isn't very festive, but Phil's definitely is. At this point, I spend more time at his house then my own.

Today is a Friday, and I woke up in a particularly good mood. For once, I didn't have to drag myself out of the bed, telling myself 'one more day.' I got up thinking, 'hey, I get to see Phil today, and its almost the weekend.'

I got ready in a good amount of time and waited outside for Phil to come. Soon enough his car pulls up and I get in. "Hey." I say cheerily, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey Angel. You're happy today." He notices, smiling.

"Yeah. I don't really know why."

"Well, I'm glad you are."

--

The rest of the day went like that. My classes were quite easy today, and since it was a Friday we got a lot of free time. At the moment, I'm in my art class. We just finished a big assignment so we just got free time to do whatever we wanted. I ended up doodling and talking to Phil. "Hey, why do you look so worried?" I ask softly, noticing the look on his face.

"I..I just.. have a bad feeling." He says cautiously, looking above my head again.

"About..?" I ask, looking back down at my doodles.

"I.. Don't know." He says, leaning closer to me and watching me draw over my shoulder.

"Hm.." I mumble thoughtfully, not looking up from my paper. "It's probably nothing.. Relax a little."

"I'll try."

--Lunchtime--

We walk over to the tree we always eat at, sitting down without anyone bothering us. "You sure you can't stay at my place tonight Angel?" He asks nervously.

"No, My mom is home and I think my dad's working late. I want to spend some time with her before she leaves again." I say, noticing Phil's jittery behavior.

"Alright.." He mutters reluctantly. "But, call me okay?"

"Okay." I nod, leaning my head against his shoulder. After a few minutes of chatter we go into a bit of comfortable silence.

"Dan? If everything goes wrong.. Just.. I love you." He says, his eyes glazed over with tears.

"What do you mean babe?" I ask worriedly.

"No matter what happens.. I'll always be there."

"Thats a little random.. But.. I love you too." I giggle at his seriousness, not really thinking about what he's saying.

--

Soon enough the school day is coming to an end and Phil and I are walking to his car. "You sure you don't mind dropping me?" I ask, grabbing his hand as we walk through the parking lot.

"Not at all angel." He mumbles, kissing my hand. I shake my head at how sweet he's being and get in the car. We ended up singing along to the songs on the radio and laughing like idiots. I catch my breath from laughing so hard as he pulls into my driveway.

"Jesus, we are so stupid." I take a deep breath, wiping my eyes. "But I love it." I giggle, leaning over to him and grabbing the side of his face.

"I love you." He mutters as I close the gap between us, kissing him deeply. We both end up giggling as I pull away.

"Love you too dork." I kiss his cheek as I blush, grabbing my backpack and getting out of the car.

"Call me!" He shouts to me right before I slam the door shut.

"Okay mom." I giggle, closing the door and winking as I skip towards the front door. I turn around again to see a worried look on his face. I brush it off and open my front door.

Instantly, my smile is wiped from my face. It looks like a tornado came through the house. Dishes and pictures are smashed on the ground, papers are everywhere and couch cushions are tossed across the room. The house smells like smoke and beer, and I know my dad must have snapped.

Everything was so good. Too good. Phil was right.

I step into the house, closing the door quietly. "Okay.." I whisper under my breath, taking a deep breath and trying not to freak out. I drop my backpack and shove my phone in my pocket.

I slowly creep around downstairs, looking for any sign of my parents. I follow the smell of liquor until I stumble upon my father. His knuckles are beaten up and he looks pretty rough. He's passed out and for once, I'm not deathly afraid of him. I guess somewhere deep down, I have some love for the guy.

I turn around and walk out of the room, tip toeing up the stairs to my parents room. There my mother sits on the bed, and ice pack to her eye. "Daniel!" She says in a hushed tone. "Good heavens, I didn't know you were home."

"Yeah.. What's going on Ma?"

"Your father is in a terrible mood today Love. I would stay in your room if I were you." She warns, taking the ice off her eye to reveal a big bruise.

"Okay."

"No, Daniel. It's bad. He is not stable today. You stay in your room. Only come out if I tell you to. I will deal with him. If I get hurt, run. Run and don't look back. Promise me." She says firmly, making me scared.

"Mom I can't just-"

"Yes you can. And you will." She cuts me off, looking at me firmly.

"But I have no where to g-"

"Here." She cuts me off again, handing me a box. "This has everything you'll need. Money, contacts, a place to go.."

"Mom I can't possibly-"

"I have been making sure you'll be alright if a day like this comes. If all goes right, you can give me back this box and everything will be okay. But please.. Keep it for today. I have a terrible feeling about this."

"Then why don't we both run mom? Now." I say softly, my eyes filling with tears.

"I can't. You and I both know that. Take your boyfriend and leave this old town." She orders, nodding at me.

"But.. Maybe I won't have to." I whimper, wiping my eyes.

"Hopefully. But I want you to be happy." She says finally, pulling me in for a hug.

"Me too mom."

~~1142 words~~

Let me just tell you, shit hits the mother fucking fan.

I apologize in advance.

-M