𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐱|𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧

forty fourth

"p-phil"
"are you okay?"
"did i wake you up?"
"no what's wrong"
"just talk to me. please"
i sounded so fucking desperate.
i am fucking desperate.
i don't want him to know that though. i don't want him to think i'm weak, not like petal does.

"one sec"
he hung up.
why does everyone hate me?
no one wants to have to deal with me.
it's 1:30 in the bloody morning and i've just called him expecting him to be okay with that.
the world doesn't revolve around me.
just because i've had a nightmare doesn't mean phil is required to look after me.
i'm even too much of a pussy to tell him what it was about.

*incoming call from phil*

he sounded out of breathe.
"hi babe, i'm outside of your house please let me in"
"oh my fucking god i'm on my way"

beep beep beep

i opened the front door to a crying and bruised phil at the door.
"what the fuck?"
"dan", he sobbed falling into my arms.
i walked him to my room and got back under the covers.
"dan are you okay?"
"y-yeah i just had a nightmare. phil what's happened?"
i was panicking.
big time.
what if he hated me? or was trying to break up with me?

"i was leaving the house to come and see if you were alright and my step dad"
he stopped. i don't think he wanted to tell me what happened in detail. i didn't mind.
i was the one that'd got him into trouble. i'm the reason he's hurt.
"i'm sorry phil"
i looked into his eyes.
"i didn't mean for you to get hurt, i should've never called you"
"no dan i'm glad you did, and i want you to know that you can tell me anything okay?"
he was staring into my eyes, towering over me. like he was really trying to prove that he was telling the truth.
why was he doing this? what does he know?
"get under the covers you dick", i said lifting up my duvet for him to scoot in.
he cuddled into me and muttered an "i love you" before passing out. he must've been so tired.
of his step dad.
of me.
of crying.