Playing With Fire || d.h

49. Blown Away

Dan's POV

"Hello? Hello?" I shout into the phone, my voice laced with anxiety. Phil stands in the doorway of my room, eyes wide and mouth ajar. Even though he had only heard my half of the conversation, I'm sure he knows pretty well that something is definitely not right right now. I take the phone off my ear and look at the screen, seeing that the call was ended. I throw the phone down on the bed, covering my face with my hands.

"Was it her?" Phil asks. I look up at him and nod, and he lets out a heavy sigh. "What are we gonna do?"

"I dunno," is all I can think to say. Phil sits down next to me, wrapping his arm around me.

"We'll figure it out," he assures me. "What did she say?"

"She's at PJ's place, and he won't let her leave. She wasn't supposed to have his phone, and..." I drift off, unable to say anything else, immediately scared shitless as I think about what possibly could have happened after the call had ended.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" Phil asks, and I raise my eyebrows. "Well, we know where she is. There's three of us and only one of him."

I look up at him, trying to think of all the possible ways this could go wrong. PJ could panic and hurt (Y/n) even more. How would we get in? This could only make things much, much worse.

However, my mind drifts back to what (Y/n) must be doing right now. Or rather, what PJ might've done to her. And I realize, there's a risk either way. If we don't do anything, I have no idea what could happen to her.

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Dodie, Phil and I get ready, planning out exactly what we're going to do. Really, the only option is to go to PJ's apartment and insist on him letting us in until he eventually gives in. We can't really think of a more detailed idea, as we have no idea how PJ will react, if he's even there at the time.

The three of us stay mute the entire ride to Brighton. My legs never stops shaking, Dodie never lets go of my and Phil's hands, the color has completely drained from Phil's face. A woman who must've been in her thirties sits across from us, and keeps shooting us worried and pitiful looks, as it must be obvious that something's wrong.

The three of us hop off the tube and push through the crowd, running up the stairs and onto the busy street. Not looking back to see whether or not Dodie and Phil are even keeping up with me, I move as fast as I can the way to PJ's apartment. Finally, I come up to the familiar building, and only now do I stop and look behind me, Phil and Dodie both panting slightly.

"This is it?" Dodie asks, looking toward the building.

"Yeah," I answer. We all exchange looks, then walk inside.

Luckily I've been to PJ's apartment countless times, and I can easily remember which one's his. We head up the stairwell until we reach the right floor, and I walk down the hallway, my heart beating hard enough that I'm sure the entire building can hear it. Too soon, I reach the door, the peeling numbers and chipped paint making the hallway a lot more eerie than I remember. I take a deep breath, and grab the silver handle.

To all of our surprise, when I test the doorknob to his apartment, the door swings right open. After exchanging looks with Dodie and Phil, I cautiously creep in, immediately noticing the obvious neglect he's given his apartment, dust and trash littering every surface.

As silent as a mouse, we continue tiptoeing down the hall, until I hear a man's voice that I recognize as PJ.

"You stupid slut! You mess with the bull, you get the fucking horns!" A loud crack fills the air, followed by a scream of pain that makes me physically cringe.