Set Me Free {Dyle}

{Chapter 4}

(Dan's POV)
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As soon as I walk in the door, my mum is pulling me into the kitchen and having me sit down on the chair.

"Daniel where the hell did you go? You scared Harry to death when you locked your door on him! You were gone all night, Dan. All night!" She scolds me, bringing up different topics about what I did wrong and she tells me not to do it again and all the other things she tells me on a regular basis by now. Sure, I don't make it a goal of mine to break the rules, but sometimes, I just have to get away.

"I went to Kyle's house and I spent the night. I left because Harry was hitting me." I try to explain to her in a calm, collected manor, but that proves to be rather difficult seen as she begins to deny even the idea of her knite in shining armour hurting me or doing anything bad for that matter.

"Dan, don't be ridiculous, he would never hurt you! Where did you pull that excuse from?" She asks, becoming slightly offended by my words.

"Mum, if you'd just listen to me and to everything that I have told you over the past month, you'd know that this wasn't the first time. Also, if you'd listen to me, you'd know that I'm not ok and that I can't stand to see his face in this house as he tears apart what we had." I tell her, but she just sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Dan, stop being so overdramatic about this. I know you don't like him and I know you don't want to feel like he's taking Dad's place, but face it, we can't bring him back Dan. I'm sure that if he made you feel threatened, he had his reasons." She tells me with a sigh. I see a look of sadness cross her face before she looks up to the ceiling fan, her face instantly retuning to stone before looking back to me. Them her words strike me and my thoughts repeat them, 'maybe I do deserve this.'

"See, I knew you'd take his side and blame my behavior on dad's death. I know he's gone mum, I understand that we can't bring him back, but you have to listen to me about Harry. Look at the cut he gave me on my cheek! Look at the bruise on my arm from where he hit me a few days ago, I bet you didn't even notice because you're always too busy drowning yourself in work while I'm over here, barricading myself in my room, hoping he doesn't come and knock my door down trying to hurt me!" I pull my sleeve up a bit the where it rests over my shoulder, exposing a large bruise deep purple and blue in its colour and mildly healed scars.

She shakes her head and slightly laughs, looking to the ceiling again as she rolls her eyes, "Daniel, don't be obserd! He would never hurt anyone, especially not you! Give me one reason why I should believe you."

"Mum-," I begin to spout a reason, then it hits me, why bother if she's only gonna deny it. "No, you shouldn't need a reason to believe me, mum! I'm telling the truth and if you can't believe that, I'm leaving." I stand up and run out the door before she can catch me.

"Daniel Campbell Smith, get back here right this second!" She yells to me from the door, but she's making no effort to come after me.

I make my way back to Kyle's house, walking slow as my thoughts begin wondering in hundreds of different places at the same time, most of them taking the form of demons that begin to eat me alive. I release a shaking breath that I had no clue I was holding onto as I near the start of Kyle's driveway, where I see him sitting on the porch. He stands up and walks to me, leading me back into his house with a gentle hand on my back, leading me through the door.

"I take it that it didn't go well?" He asks with a grimace as he turns to face me. I look into his eyes as I begin to speak, taking note of the small hint of green among the light brown colour of his caring eyes.

"Nope, she didn't even listen to what I had to say, she immediately took his side before I could get a whole thought out." I rant to him about all of the things that I wished I could've told her and all the things that I needed to hear from her and before I knew it, I have spilled almost all of the thoughts that filled my head out of my my mouth, and he listened to every one of them, nodding along and even agreeing to a few of them and when I finally finish, he pulls me into a hug.

"Kyle, thank you for listening to my stupid rant, you're the best." I mutter against him as a soft blush plagues my cheeks once more.

"That's what I'm here for Danny, anytime." He replies as he lets me go, a smile spreading across his face as his face begins to glow a soft pink colour as well, or so I think. "Now, back to the movie?" He asks as he lead me over to the couch.

"Of course." I say as a smile crosses my face as well. We sit down and he resumes it, seeming rather excited to watch the gory scene unfold. I feel a small tug at my hear, telling me to tell him, but it's soon plagued with doubts and worries that swallow the small bit of confidence that had started to bur a hole in me.

'You need to do it soon'

'You CAN'T! He'll hate you for it!'

'He'll call you a freak! You should't feel this way!'

The harsh statements continue to flow in and soon, I decide against ever telling him that I love him, and even though I can barely contain it, I have to find a way to lock it up and conceal it from the world, because he could never love me this way. What am I thinking? Of course he can't.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I'm sorry that my writing sucks and that I take so long to update, but I'm getting there :)