Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 47

||Dan's POV||

"Pack a bag. I'm coming to pick you up." He says quickly, shaking his head.

"Phil you can't-"

"Yes I can. I'm not fucking losing you!" He says firmly, picking up a bag.

"You knew this was going to happen didn't you?"

"I had a bad feeling Dan. Now please.. I'll be over in 10."

"P-Please hurry." I whimper, defeated and really shocked. "Oh god.. he killed her Phil. What am I gonna do? How am I gonna get out of this house?"

"I don't care if I have to barge in there, don't worry. We'll get out of here." He says quickly, scribbling something onto a paper.

"You don't have to do this Phil." I say, tears falling as I can hardly process what's going on.

"I do. I am. Give me a second babe." He mutters, stuffing his phone in his pocket.

"Where are you going it's nearly 11!?" His brother wonders.

"I'm sorry. I've got to go somewhere. I might not be back for a while.."

"You're running away aren't you?"

"I've got to. You know I do. I can't lose him."

"Take care of yourself, and know you can always come back home if you need to. Both of you."

"Thanks." He mumbles, sniffling. "Got to go." A few seconds later I hear his door swing open and shut. "I'm driving now. I should go. But if you need to, call me back."

"Okay. Love you." I say quietly, hanging up the phone before I hear a response.

I stumble around my room, packing a bag full of things quickly. I grab the box my mother gave to me and rush down the stairs. I'm about to open the door when my father turns the corner, covered in blood and smirking evilly.

"Daniel." He says calmly, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. "Where are you going?"

"I'm staying at a friends house Dad." I say as calmly as possible, trying to hide the fact that I watched him murder my mother just minutes ago.

"You can't possibly leave now.. you won't." He says firmly, with the same tone that would've scared me to death. But today, right now, it enrages me.

"Yes. I can. I am." I say, my eyes darting around the room. "I will. I can't stay here anymore."

"You. Are. Not. Leaving." He says, stepping closer to me. He pulls the same knife from his pocket and aims it at me.

"Yes I am." I say, shaking like crazy, tears beginning to fall again. "And you can't stop me this time."

"I can." He says, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me towards him, the knife pressed to my side. "And I will." He chuckles, pressing it hard enough to draw blood.

I cry out in pain and look around for anything I could use to defend myself. I notice my fathers gun sitting on the counter.

"Just let me leave! I won't ever tell anyone what happened!"

"If you live, then you can tell. I can't trust you Daniel. This is all your fault. If you weren't such a damn freak maybe this family would be okay." He sneers, removing the knife from my side and pulling up my sleeve.

"But your mother is dead." He chuckles, pressing the blade against my skin and dragging it, drawing thick lines of blood. "And it's all your fault."

"No!" I shout, breaking out of my shocked state. "No." I pull myself from my fathers grasp, grabbing the gun from the counter. "Stay the hell away from me you fucking asshole." I snap, pointing the gun at him.

"You wouldn't." He laughs, twirling the knife in his hand. "Daniel. You're going to put down that gun, and you're gonna let me do what I should've done a long time ago."

"NO! I'm not a freak! I'm not worthless! You may not give a shit, but I DO! And I finally have a shot at life! This is toxic. I'm leaving. I don't care if I have to kill you to get out of here." I shout, noticing how angry he gets at each word.

"You and your fucking boyfriend are going to run off. Well you know what?" He charges at me, wrapping a hand around my neck. "I blame this all on you, you little fucking-"

I did it. I shot him. I shot my dad in the stomach. Every fucking bad thing he's ever done to me flashes in my head. I stand there as my ears ring and I watch the splatter of blood on the wall. He slumps back, falling to the floor with a groan.

"Asshole." I choke out, breaking down crying. "Fuck." I sob, realizing what I just did.

I just killed someone.

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