Bring Me Home // Phan

94

Dan's POV

I can't hurt Phil.

I need to stop.

My feet swivelled around, and I started heading down the stairs to the ground floor.

I needed to get away from myself. From this raging fire within me.

My therapist had told me about a way to manage this. They'd told me about boxing at the gym down the road.

It wasn't far.

My legs walked swiftly along the pavement as rain collided with my hair.

I didn't want to be seen by anyone.

I hoped that a fan wouldn't come up to me, and I ducked my head down, pushing my hands deep into my pockets.

I closed myself off from the world, barely looking at the receptionist as I paid for a private pod at the gym.

I wasn't angry anymore - the walk has calmed me down.

Now I was stressed, sad, and empty all at the same time. I wanted to cry but no tears came. I wanted to kill myself but Grey had stopped me.

What was his problem?

My gloved hand collided with the punching bag that hung down from above me.

I wanted to get rid of all these emotions, all these thoughts.

Punch.

I felt nothing but I still felt fit to burst. There was something in me that wouldn't leave.

Punch.

I felt suffocated by myself.

Punch.

I wondered what it would be like to hang from the ceiling like the punching bag.

Don't...

Punch.

Punch.

Punch.

Phil's POV

It was late by the time he got back.

When I heard the front door open, I poked my head round to see.

My eyes lay on him and I ran out, hugging him around his stomach.

I was thankful he was alright, but I could tell something was off with him.

He didn't hug me back, and as I moved away to ask him where he'd been, he avoided my eyes, looking at the floor as he said, "I just needed to get out. I'm okay now."

Then, as if snapping out of a daze, he lifted his eyebrows at me and asked. "Shall I make dinner?" Before speeding off into the kitchen before I could answer him.