True Love Knows No Boundaries

You Spoiled Everything

~Dan's POV~

We sat there for what felt like many hours. Phil's arms wrapped around me, slowing calming me down little by little.

~Three Hours Later~
~Walking Down The Street~

Once we cleaned everything from breakfast up we decided to go for a walk to clear our heads and talk to each other. We definitely needed this, a chance to be honest with one another, especially after everything that's happened these past weeks. Our fingers interlocked together as we made our way down each street, laughing and smiling. As if just by doing this, we had started to patch this up between us. It was getting dark as we started to head back towards his house. Phil's hand pointing at the sunset, describing the different songs that could be playing in the background right now and how beautiful it would look if I was to paint it in watercolors. All I could think about was the fact that, he's too good for this cruel world.

I think we were about six blocks from home when out from around the corner just a few feet from us stepped out three men in black hoods. "No..." Phil gasped as I grabbed his hand and tried to run back only to meet three more masked men.

"Shit!" I muttered, my eyes meeting Phil's, he must've read my mind as he nodded and ran, leaving me to run in the opposite direction. I kept running as I tried to look back but, I didn't think this plan all the way through because I ran into the cement wall at the end of the alley.

~Hours Later~

Loud thumping noises and screaming caused me to bolt awake. Eyes scanning the room for any sign of Phil, but it seemed that I was completely alone. My head was killing me, which caused me to slightly smile at the memory of me running straight into a wall, I bet Phil would've loved to have witnessed that. Suddenly the door, probably ten feet from me swung open and six masked men entered the room. See, I didn't understand why the had masks on but I guess they wanted to hide their identity from me. One by one they each took their turns throwing a punch into my stomach. Slowly, another figure entered the room, except, he wasn't wearing a mask. But I didn't need to even look up to know who it was.

"Hello, Daniel... Quiet comfy I see?" A wicked smirk growing across his ugly face, "What? No words? Missing your faggot fuck toy probably?" He disgusted me, everything about him, everything he stood for and everything he ever was. With one quick flick of his wrist, a harsh slap made contact with my cheeks. The taste of my own blood burning my taste buds, he laughed like this was funny. His rough fingers vigorously grabbed my chin, my eyes not daring to meet his vicious gaze. "You're so pathetic. Bet you like fucking with that little abomonation, huh Dan? You'd probably love it if we fucked him right here in front of him wouldn't you Daniel?" That was the last straw my eyes met his, hate rushing in them like rivers. A small smirk came across my face which caused him to perk his eyebrows in confusion. I wasted no time, I laughed at him slightly and quickly spat in his face.

He slowly wiped away the spit from his face and stared me dead in the eyes, "If you even lay a hand on Phil... Even a finger and I promise you, you'll die for it."

My 'fathers' face suddenly started to twist with anger and well, pure rage. He slowly got to his feet and smiled at three of the men in masks and smiled, "Well, the odds are definitely in your favor Daniel, because these three asshats lost your pastel freak in the alleys!" With one swift movement and three bullets, half of the masked men dropped lifeless to the ground, their blood pooling together. My mind was racing, Phil was alive, he was safe and damn, he's going to have to teach me how to run like him now. Jesus Christ, I'm unfit as fuck, goddammit. I was snapped out of my thoughts when a rough fist quickly collided with my gut, yet, I still couldn't help myself from smiling slightly at the thought of Phil being safer than I was.