Pacify Her//Phan [Completed]

~13~

"Pacify Her...she's getting on my nerves..."

Dan's P.O.V

It's the next day and Phil hasn't shown up..I slip my phone out from my pocket to check the time. It's Tuesday, 7:02...class starts at 7:25 so he still has time to get here. I sit on the frigid floor of the school. Head against my locker. Counting the students passing by seeing if I could identify one of them as Phil. I feel shameful for what I said to Phil yesterday. I just wanted to sincerely apologize. Time seems to pass by in an instant and before I know it, it's time to get to class...Phil nowhere in sight.

Phil's P.O.V

I awake to the sound of knocking on my door. I sit up, my head a bit spinny from the lack of sleep and getting up too quickly. I grab my phone off the night stand and check the time. It's 7:02 who's at my door at this time?

I press my feet to the icy wood floor of my bedroom and make my way to the front door. Once I reached it I checked through the window next to it to make sure it wasn't some stranger I've never met...it wasn't...it was my dad. I unlock the door to be met with him. I don't even know if I want to even see him after the things he's done.

"Get that angry look of your face I'm not staying here...well at least not until I find a new apartment here." Wait...no he can not stay here. He's abused me before who says he won't do it again. Wait... where's mum.

"Where's mum?" He looks at me for a second... a hesitant look in his eyes but then it turns to anger.

"Your mother is dead." All the words kind of bang around my brain as my heart squeezes into a tinier and tinier thing. And I ask about what happened to my mom, but it comes out as a stutter. I bite down on my tongue until I feel a faint metallic taste of blood.

"It was the last day you saw us. When we arrived in London she couldn't get out of her head that you were gay. She hated the thought...she kept going on about how she wishes you were born straight and how maybe it's her fault you are like this. Everyday she'd pray for you. Sometimes I'd hear her scream 'I HATE HIM I WISH HE WAS BORN STRAIGHT AND IF NOT THEN NOT AT ALL' she said what you were doing was unholy. This lead to a bunch of binge drinking and smoking. One day while she was very intoxicated. She drove and drove crying until she crashed into a bridge and sunk into the lake...when police found her she was already dead."

Time stops. I don't move, don't breathe, don't even blink. It's not until I feel hot tears sliding down my cheeks that I realize I'm crying. And for a second, I'm still frozen in place, trying to summon a response. But I can't. I shouldn't feel sad...she was a horrible person to me...but she wasn't always like this...she didn't deserve to die..no one does.

"Listen Philip I don't understand why you're crying..You're the reason she died. You should feel guilty. You took her from me. If only you weren't stupid enough to believe you are gay this wouldn't have happened. You ruined this family so don't start pretending to be all innocent." This gets my blood boiling how dare he say I was at fault for this.

"I'm not! I'm not pretending to be anything! How dare you accuse me of being the reason of her death! I'm gay and what you can't change me! I don't like girls I like boys get it through that thick skull of yours. I didn't tell her to do this!I-" He gets closer. My mouth hangs open, and I cant finish the thought. He's too close, inches away; my head is empty, the words on my tongue have vanished. I don't know what I'm trying to say. What I'm feeling. I just have a sense that we've come into a decisive moment and something is about to snap. As of the energy between us has suddenly spiked and is now vibrating. Like a sign that reads "STAY CLEAR OF EDGE. ROCKS ARE SLIPPERY."

Without a warning he wraps his hands around my neck. Squeezing until all I can see are black dots. That's when I hear him say:

"You killed her, you're a disgrace to this family.." with that thought in my head now I fall to my feet darkness surrounding me. I feel him release his grasp then kick me once..that was enough to 'put me to sleep'

Will this torture ever end?

~the next day~

I somehow managed to get off the floor and into my bed at some point in the night because I woke up to my plaid blue and green sheets.

"PHIL! IM GOING HOUSE HUNTING GO TO SCHOOL AND DONT COME HOME LATE OR FACE MY PUNISHMENTS!" Ah so it's back to how it used to be. I guess I'll never escape my fate.

I walk over to the mirror in the bathroom. I have marks on my neck from him. I walk over to my bed and tilt my head to look under it. I found my box. The box where I used to keep all the stuff I needed to cover up the marks and bruises they'd give me. I pull out a scarf, not too thick but not too thin. Before I put it on I change into a knitted grey sweater and some loose blue jeans. I wrap the scarf around my neck then check myself in the mirror. I look as though nothing happened..but my eyes tell a different story. Hope no one will notice. With that I start walking towards the school.

(Pretend it's covering his neck more)

Dan's P.O.V

Phil should be coming today though right?

"DAN!" I quickly turn thinking it was Phil but was let down to see Pj and Chance.

"Yes?" I cross my arms over my chest, not forgetting that both Pj and maybe Chance have a crush on Phil. I don't know why I see it as a competition though.. Phil told me he loves me. Why am I even thinking about this. Stupid.

"Do you know where Phil was yesterday?" Why would they expect me to know?

"No why?" They both shrugged.

"It's just...he's never been absent before, but recently he's been ditching classes, missing school and I'm worried that's all." Pj sends me a weird look...he looks..angry? Either way I hum in response.

"Well thank you anyways.." I could've sworn I heard him say jerk under his breath but I'm not sure. I turn around and there I see him. Why's he wearing a scarf? It's not that cold..well maybe for him it is. I make my way towards him until I start to notice his face looks sullen. His eyes are red and so are his eyelids and his waterline. What happened to the Phil with angelic blue eyes.

I put both of my hands on his shoulders to stop him from moving. All he does is give me a questioning look.

"Where were you yesterday?" His eyes for a split second widen up in surprise but relax after words. He has this monotone expression on his face that I cant depict any emotions from.

"I was sick so I decided to stay home." His voice sounds off. But it makes sense.

"Oh that's why you have a scarf well hope you get better! Anyways listen I just wanted to apologize for what I said yesterday. I told you things that were harsh and I'm very 100% sorry."

"Dan it's fine. It's not a big deal. I wasn't really expecting you to accept my feelings." He says this with no sign of expression anywhere.

"Phil are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine like I said I'm just sick." He avoids my eyes.

"Right...well let's walk to class okay." All he does is nod, still no expression on his dull face. Wow he must be really sick..

So...I guess y'all weren't expecting that! Honestly I wasn't either but I suddenly got this idea so poof now this story is going to be more angsty. Currently I cant stop singing The Truth Untold by BTS it's so beautiful. Their voices r so angelic ugh. Anyways hope you keep reading. Bye my corn dogs❣️(yes this chapter was way longer than the other ones)