Set Me Free {Dyle}

{Chapter 2}

(Dan's POV)
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As we walk along the streets, nearing the music shop, the sky opens and rain begins to pour down, soaking Kyle and I instantly.

"Damn, the heavens are furious right now!" Kyle exclaims with a laugh as we begin to run along the soaked streets, hoping to get to the store before we become too wet. I look over to Kyle as we run and see his soaked hair sticking to his forehead as the rain beat down his face and continues to drench us. I become so amerced in looking at him that I don't see the block of cement that doesn't lay leveled with the rest and I trip over it, falling flat onto my face.

"Fuck." I mutter as I stand back up and brush off my elbows and knees with my hands.

"Are you ok?" Kyle asks with a small chuck.

"Yea, I'm alright." I reply with a laugh. We continue walking to the music shop and when we finally arrive, the rain has slowed to a soft murmur. We enter the relatively small shop and walk around, looking through the record bins.

"Dan, what broke on you keyboard?" Kyle asks, walking closer to the instrument section in the back.

"Pretty much everything, I dropped it down the stairs while I was trying to move it." I lie, not wanting Kyle to know the truth about Harry, but the truth is, he's part of the reason I jumped off the dock. He makes living that much harder.

"Ok, just get a new one and I'll help you put it together." Kyle says with a smile as I nod my head.

"Alright, sure. Sounds fun." I respond before going up to the counter and paying for it using the money I stole from Harry.

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When we return to my house and begin unboxing the keyboard, I hear Harry's car pull into the driveway. I jump up off the floor and close the window we came in through before he can see us. Kyle looks over to me, giving me a look of acknowledgement as I hurry to put everything in order before he can walk in the door. As soon as I finish, I walk back over to where I was seated and begin to open the box.

Harry hates Kyle. I'm pretty sure the only reason the he does, is because I can escape him when I go to Kyle's house, but he hates him. Kyle knows this, so when we hear him walk in the door, we begin to communicate our plan from before.

"Dan, we can go to my house, I'm pretty sure my mum wouldn't mind." Kyle says with a worried look. I see a brief flicker of terror as Harry begins to shout at me from down below.

"Ok, I'll be right back but, if I'm not back in 5 minutes, climb out the window and I will be at your house shortly." Kyle nods his head in agreement, staying silent as we hear Harry call out from down below again. I slowly walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs to see Harry waiting for me on the first floor. He shoots me an angry glare as I step down in front of him.

"Where did you put my keys you little brat?" He shouts as he looks dead into my eyes with almost a flame in his.

"I don't have your keys, you do. How else did you drive and get in here?" I ask with a smirk , his face only growing angrier from my snarky remark.

"I used your mother's keys to drive and the spare key to unlock the door." He shouts back, his face heating up with rage as I look back to him. I turn and begin walking up the stairs when I feel him grab my shirt collar, puling me back down the stairs. "You didn't answer my question!" he shouts at me then, slaps my face with his cold, bare hands, hard enough to break a small portion of skin of the skin on my cheek.

"Fuck you." I say before running up the stairs, locking my door, then climbing out the window. Just as I get my foot out, there is a loud bang on the door.

"Open the god damn door!" He shouts as he pounds on the door, but I'm quick to slip out my window. I run down the sidewalk, tracing the quickest path to Kyle's house through the darkness of the sky.