Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 46

||Dan's POV||

After talking to my mom for a bit longer, I rush to my room. I grab my phone with shaky hands and pull up Phil's contact.

Me- Today isn't going to end well.. I'm really scared

Phil- what happened love?

Me- my dad snapped. God.. I just don't know what to do.

Phil- you need me to pick you up?

Me- I can't leave my mom.

Phil- okay.. but if it comes down to it, I'll pick u up.

Me- ok.

Me- please don't leave ur phone.

Phil- I won't. Love u.

Me- love u too.

I put my phone down and try desperately to calm down. A few minutes pass, of me just sitting there wrapped up in my sheets. I almost forget the situation I'm in.

That stops quickly because the deathly quiet house gets loud quickly. My father stomps up the stairs and swings open the door to his bedroom. My father shouts a long string of profanities and hurtful words, banging his hand against the wall. My mother tries to calm him down, only to rial him up more.

I can feel myself begin to panic. I put my headphones in with shaky hands and blast music to drown out the yelling. I sit back in the bed and close my eyes, trying to take my mind to a better place. My stomach is in knots and my heart is beating out of my chest. All the yelling and my body turning on itself is a little overwhelming. I sit up in the bed, pulling out my earbuds and leaning over, trying desperately to catch my breath.

Before I know it panic fills me and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling sick. I pick up my phone again, and deciding to text Phil again.

Me - I'm really freaking out.

Me - I can hardly type I'm shaking so bad

Phil - babe u gotta get out of that house

Me - I can't

Phil - you need to

Phil - I'm only trying to help you.

Me - well its not working.. I can't leave even if I want to.

Me - my dad would find me somehow

Me - I'm better off dead

Phil - don't say that.

Me - its the truth.

Me - I love u and I'm sorry that I keep dragging you into this

Phil - love u too, but you aren't dragging me in, I'm here cuz I wanna be

Me - God I really don't know how to stop this.

Me - I really want it all to go away.

Me - it won't ever though

Me - I'll never be happy.

Phil - don't think that way angel

Phil- everything will be alright.

I look down at the words as they appear on the screen. I doubt that anything can be okay right now. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I'm shaking so hard I can hardly see my phone screen. My father is shouting at my mom and it's not stopping anytime soon.

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But there it is, the one thing that stops my world. The one thing that proves that I'm really not okay. The thing that truly breaks me.

I hear my father shouting, something I can hardly make out. Then a bang, and a blood curdling scream. Something you'd only see in the movies, or in dramatic horror films. But this is real life. My fucking life.

I recognize the shouts and pleads, my mom. I bust out of my room and down the stairs. I see it before I even get all the way to the bottom. There my father is, kneeling over my mom. There's blood everywhere and she won't stop screaming. I stand frozen as I try to tell myself this is some fucked up nightmare. All the color drains from my face and I get sick, rushing up the stairs and releasing the contents of my stomach into a trash bin.

I creep back down and I just know my mother isn't ever going to survive. Soon her shouts turn to choking and slowly stop. I stand frozen at the edge of the steps, silent tears streaming down my face. I know this is the end. The end of the line for me. He'll kill me next. This is it. The end of my life.

My eyes scan back over to my parents, or what is left of them. The knife slips from my fathers hands and clatters on the tile. I start to lose it, quietly running up the stairs and locking my door. With blurry vision I manage to type a text to Phil.

Me - he killed her

Me - he's gonna kill me next

Me- oh my god he killed her

Phil - what!?

Phil - That's it, I'm picking you up, we're getting out of here.

Me - no.

Phil - yes. video call me. Now.

Me - ook

I click the video call and Phil picks up instantly. All the color drains from his face as he looks at me. "You're right. He is going to kill you."

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