True Love Knows No Boundaries

Oh No

~Dan's POV~

*Three Weeks Later*

I still hadn't mentioned the incident about my dad texting me to Phil. I really didn't want my problems coming after him. Phil was out at the store with Martyn, they were shopping for a gift for their mom for her birthday, so I stayed home. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was Phil. I opened up the Snapchat app and clicked on the red box beside his name. 

I smiled, sometimes he was too adorable for his own good to be honest. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about the other day. Kissing Phil in the rain after our fight. For some reason, it felt like we were being watched by someone...someone important not like the strangers walking by us and commenting, 'faggots' and such things no. Someone important, or at least reasonably important. 

I knew it... I knew someone was watching us the other day. Phil. He saw Phil!? Shit! What do I do!? Suddenly reality hit me in the back of the head.

No... 
H-He saw Phil...

I felt my heart aching with pain as the thoughts of my dad and Phil started to flood my head. Instinctively, I ran to the bathroom to grab my razor but then I remembered Phil threw it out after what happened last time. "Fuck!" I cursed, I slammed my hands down on the counter and slowly looked into the mirror. I hated my reflection, I hated what I was inside and out but somehow it felt that what I thought didn't matter.  Phil. Phil mattered, more than anything. Suddenly a thought drained into my brain, a thought I honestly hadn't ever crossed my mind at all until my phone lit up with notifications from Facebook. Slowly as I started to read the lump in my throat returned. 

Why? I knew why. Because they could. They did this simply because they're assholes who take pride in destroying and bringing people down. I knew I shouldn't look at this and I also knew that I shouldn't believe a word they say but...some part of me did. Believing them was who I was-NO! Past tense. Who I was. But still, I felt they were right, had I really gone soft? Would things have ended up differently if I hadn't saved Phil? Of course, they would've. Phil. Had he turned me soft? Had this relationship with him made me vulnerable? Indubitably, there isn't a doubt in my mind that this relationship hadn't somehow changed me, mentally and emotionally. How many people was I hurting by being with Phil? Wait, was I hurting people by being with Phil?! Was I hurting Phil by being with Phil? By bringing my ways and past into his world? No doubt about it. I loved Phil. there wasn't a doubt in my mind about that, but still, was I holding him back?

*Two Hours Later*

I hadn't realized that I was still in the bathroom. My heart beat started to increase as I heard Phil's cheery voice enter the house, they were home. I swiftly wiped away my tears and pulled myself together before heading down the stairs to greet Phil. From the stairs, I ran into Phil's arms almost causing the both of us to fall to the ground, I had to fight the urge to cry in his arms as he smiled and asked if I was okay. I nodded like everything was alright. Honestly, he probably saw right through my lie because he didn't seem convinced but he let it be. 

*1 AM That Night*

Darkness. That's all I could see. Quickly, I got to my feet and ran, I didn't know where or what I was running to, but I knew it was something important. I could feel it. Finally, I saw a dim light, but when I got closer I could hear someone, someone that caused my heart to shatter into a million tiny pieces. There in front of me was a half dead, beaten to a pulp, drenched in his own blood and barely clinging to life. There was yelling echoing in the room, I knew that voice anywhere. I felt myself instinctively back up and start crying as the very person I feared more than death made his way towards my Phil. He was yelling and beating Phil, I knew he had done more to him before I had gotten there. How? Because Phil was laying on the floor, a sobbing naked mess. My dad...  Did to Phil, what he had done to me every day since my mom died.

"P-PHIL!" My anger, fear, and sadness all boiling together inside of me as I shouted at the two of them, my voice dripping with sadness and fear. Phil's eyes quickly met mine. His eyes weren't filled with the hope and joy that they had been, no, they were overflowing with sadness and fear, fear for himself and fear for me. I found myself looking at my dad as he smiled and reach behind him. Within seconds shots were fired and there was Phil. Lying lifeless on the floor, bleeding out from between his eyes.