Set Me Free {Dyle}

{Chapter 9}

(Dan's POV)
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    Kyle's hands travel up my sides as I hold myself steady by gripping his shoulders. We started out kissing, just our lips tangling together. Then, he pulled me onto his lap and I curled my legs around his waist. His hands slowly worked their way up my sides and began to move up and down, never leaving the region between my hips and ribs. I had tangled my right hand into his hair as he moves to softly bit on my bottom lip. I assumed he wanted me to open my mouth wider, but he continued to move his lips along my jaw, then down my to my neck, where he's focusing now.

    My grip in his hair tightens as his warm breath works it's way to sending chills up my back. I continue holding tightly to his shoulder and softly moan at the feel of his soft, warm lips against my neck. He slowly stops and I look down into his eyes.

   "Is this alright?" He stops and look at me, his eyes patiently waiting of on answer as he gently strokes my hair. "I mean, I'll stop. I'm sorry, I just got caught up and-" I stop him before his rambling goes on any longer by pressing my lips to his.

    "It's perfect. I would've stopped you if I didn't like it, yea? I promise I'll tell you Kyle," I say to him with a dazed feeling as his fingers etch patterns into my scalp. He nods, then moves back to kissing my neck.

    Warmth. Safety. Him. All of my thoughts melt away as I surrender all of my control to him. I can feel myself relaxing under his touch, and I absolutely don't care. He chuckles against my skin, letting me know that he can see how useless he's making my brain, and he doesn't stop. If anything he works harder to make me moan, to learn where I'm the weakest.

    I've never before felt so overwhelmed with warmth and love than this very moment. I feel safe for the first time in a long time, and my head feels like it's about to explode from the sheer ecstasy of him, his hand in my hair, on my side and his body pressing against me, I finally feel loved. I feel myself letting go, but a sudden knock on the bedroom door harshly pulling me back to reality.

    "Kyle, is Dan in there with you?" I hurry and shuffle off of his lap and sigh when his hands leave me.

    "Yea mum, he's in here," he replies quietly as he looks over to me. I pant, hurrying to catch my breath before she opens the door. The door opens and she scans the room quickly. "What is it?"

    "Harry's downstairs. He said that Dan needs to run home. Something about helping Isla with dinner," she says with a smile. I feel Kyle's hand on my back, but I still feel myself growing distant at the mention of having to leave. My blood runs cold and I feel all of it drain from my body, pooling in my hands and feet as I swallow dryly.

    "Oh yea, I completely forgot about that. Sorry Kyle, I guess I have to go." His eyes fill with concern as I numbly stand up and move away from his secure figure, my only form of comfort being ripped away from me with every step I take in the opposite direction.

    "Ok," he replies as his mum walks out of the room ahead of me. "Dan, love, will you be alright? Babe, look at me, please." I look up from the floor and regret it almost immediately. His eyes burn holes into me and I fight to keep myself composed. "Daniel," he tries softly.

    "I'll see you later Kyle, just please, don't." I have to force myself away from him so I don't look back and stay, because if I do, I'll be in even more trouble than I already might me. "I'll call if I need you, I promise."

    "Dan, you're not safe. You can't go!" His hand grips my wrist tightly as he tries to pull me back into his room.

    "Kyle, just let it be. I'll be fine." Then without saying another word, I head out of the room. I hear him call from behind me, but I don't turn back because I know that if I look back again I won't be able to leave.
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*Trigger warning, abuse and homophobic language*
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    As soon as we walk into the house, Harry is on me, his hands on the collar of my shirt and his eyes casting an infuriated stare down to me.

    "Why the fuck were you out? I thought I told you that you couldn't go to that kids house anymore?" He spits harshly with a slap to my face, not hard enough to break the skin, but almost. I expect another one, my eyes closed and my body tense, but he does nothing. I open my eyes and see that he's looking down at my neck and collar bones. "What is this?"

    I shrink back, knowing that there's no way around this. He asks again, his voice even more demanding and furious than the first time.

    "It's nothing," I try, seeing his face twist into an even more furious expression than before.  "I swear, it's nothing,"

    "Someone should've taught you to lie better." He drags me up the stairs and pushes me into the bedroom before slamming the door. "I bet you got these from Kyle, you little faggot."

    He hits my mouth this time, hard and fast. I feel some blood drip onto my face, but can't take a moment to react before he's slapping me again. He hits my right eye and eventually moves to scratch at my neck. I gasp, trying to breathe before falling the floor, but he doesn't stop. He kicks me in the ribs, focusing on one spot for far too long before moving up, all while yelling verbal abuses at me, calling me a no good fag and telling me that I deserve every last bit of what he's doing.

    At some point, I just let myself drift. I go completely numb as he continues to kick and punch and hurt me, but I can't feel anything. I breathe in choked sobs, racing to catch it before he hits me again, but I eventually just end up holding my breath. Even after he leaves, I still hold my breath, only taking in shallow breaths when I'm on the edge of passing out, scared to move even in the slightest bit to remove my hair from my eyes. I curl in on myself and sob, needing to take my mind away the building pain in my sides, neck and back as I breathe. 

I think, my thoughts are clouded and racing as I look to the dresser by my bed. I sigh, knowing that my thoughts won't stop unless I do it. I text Kyle and tell him to come over in 20 minutes, but know that he'll be there in under 10 because he's worried. I gives me just enough time to finish before he walks in so he won't catch me again. I know he'll see them, I'm not trying to hide it anymore, but I don't want him to see me actually doing it. He responds, saying he'll come as quick as he can and I smile softly. He's so much more than I deserve.