Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 50

||Dan's POV||

I wake up the next morning to a horrible dream and feeling like utter crap. I sit up in the bed, tears pricking at my eyes. It feels like I can't close my eyes without seeing that gruesome scene.

I end up unable to fall back asleep. After a bit of pacing around and irrational thinking I end up taking a bath.

I wasn't really thinking and must have fallen asleep. Not thinking about the fact that that might have scared the other person in this hotel room.

"Dan!" I hear Phil shout, shaking me softly. My eyes open and I groan, freezing cold. "Dear god angel you scared me to death." He sighs as I sit up, looking at the water, stained red with blood.

"Sorry. I must've fallen asleep." I mumble tiredly, my head pounding.

"Yeah. Well come on, you must be freezing." He says, wrapping a towel around me.

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An hour later we're sitting in the bed and trying to make some sense out of this whole thing.

"Don't you think it looks a little sketchy to just run off after my parents die?" I say nervously.

"We could call the police.."

"But wouldn't they want to talk to us?"

"Not if we do it anonymously."

"You do it."

"I'll do it eventually, my phones dead." He says, both of us knowing it's just an excuse.

"Okay.. but Phil where the hell are we going?"

"Well we could go to where I lived before I moved.." He bites his lip, thinking. "It's not a bad area really."

"Okay. I just hope we don't run into any of my dads friends."

"Me too." He sighs, frowning. "My parents still own the house, we could go there."

"Okay." 

"I hope we don't bump into a few people on the way there. It's only 45 minutes from here really."

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Thirty minutes and a few laughs later, we're almost to the house. "Hey Angel, we gotta stop for gas in a bit."

"M'kay, can we get some snacks, I'm hungryyy." I whine pleadingly, watching him shake his head. 

"Okay." 

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Soon enough we're pulling into a gas station and I walk in, holding his hand.  As soon as we walk in Phil freezes, jaw dropping. "Babe? What is it?" I ask, squeezing his hand. 

"Oh my fucking god." He whispers, ducking into an isle. 

"What?" I ask again, looking at him confused. 


"Thats my ex." He mutters, pointing in the direction of a short guy. 

"Oh." I mumble, a pang of jealousy running through me. 

"Let's just go." He pleads, tugging my arm. 

"Phil it's just an ex." I dismiss him, walking over to the chips. 


"No you don't understand." He grabs me by the wrist, pulling me towards him again. "I thought he was dead." 

"Oh." My eyes grow as I notice the nervous attitude. "Okay." I nod, my mind racing. 

Who is this person, and why the hell would Phil think they're dead?

"Let's-" He starts, dragging me towards the exit. 

"Phil?" A short brunette walks up to us, smiling widely.

"A-Alex." Phil stutters nervously, looking him up and down. I subconsciously wrap an arm around his waist, biting my tongue. 

"Well, you gonna ask how I'm here?"
 He giggles with a cocky look on his face. 

"Do I want to know?"
 He asks softly, tears glazing over his eyes. 

"Probably not.. But after everything I thought you might be concerned." He snaps, rolling his eyes. 

"Of course I was, but you were dead!" I shrink down, looking at my feet. 

"Well surprise!" He jumps, giggling. "I'm not. You still a single little loner?"


"No." Phil mumbles, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. 

"Oh, Him." He frowns in disgust, looking me up and down. I self consciously tug on my sleeves, tensing up. 

"Is there a problem?" 

"Phil, sweetie. I knew you went for people with issues, but shit." He scoffs, shaking his head. 

I can't help but think that maybe Phil isn't as perfect as I've made him out to be.. Maybe he's just like everyone else.. 

"I do not!" He shouts in defense

"You were only with me because you felt sorry for me."

"No. We were friends for years before! I just.. didn't know how else to help you." His voice cracks, and he wipes his cheeks. 

"You didn't have to break my heart!"

"It was never my intention Alex!"

"Well you did. And for fucks sake Phil, You're only with that fucking Twink because his bar is red!" He shouts and Phil turns pink. I frown in confusion, wondering what the hell he meant by 'bar is red' Maybe that's a term for suicidal?

"No I'm not!" He shouts, as if I didn't hear the sentence before. "You don't know me anymore."

"I think I do."


"It's been TWO years!"

"So you actually love him?" He asks accusingly, both of us turning and looking for an answer. 


"Yes!"
 He shouts without hesitation, looking at me with pleading eyes. I'm so damn conflicted. 

"Did you promise him forever like you did with me? You promised to help him? Did you praise every damn inch of his body only to tell him you were only with him to save his life!?" He sneers, causing tears to pour from Phil's eyes like waterfalls. I can't help but feel bad, but I don't know who to believe. 

"Alex! Drop it! It's not like that!" He chokes out as I remove myself from Phil's arms. 

"Phil? Is that true?" I ask, tears building in my eyes. 

"Yes honey." Alex chuckles grimly. "He did the same thing to me. Eventually, he'll run off to a new town with a new boy. Because that's just how sick and twisted he really is."

"Don't listen to him Angel, I promise I-"

"No more fucing promises Phil! I need the fucking truth!" 


"I love you!"

"Do you!? Or are you just going to leave me!?" 


"Trust me maybe?"


"It looks like you said the same to him!"


"But.. I mean it with you Dan! I do!" He begs, trying to grab my hand. 

"Well maybe I don't." I shout, losing my last bit of sanity as I rush down the street. 

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