Set Me Free {Dyle}

{Chapter 10}

*Trigger warning; implied self harm*
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(Dan's POV)
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I pull my phone from my pocket and text Kyle before returning to the center of my room to wait. He climbs in the window less that 10 minutes later and silently shuts it behind him.

"Hey," I say weakly, ashamed of myself as he walks closer to me. I know he sees the blade sitting on the ground before me, my legs curling in so I don't touch it and let it poision me again. He sits down beside me, placing his hand on mine in the way that he does when he has too much to say.

"Please don't say anything. I just need you to hold me. I know I screwed up, and I'm sorry, but please, I just need you close," I quietly murmur. His hand sinks down my back as he sits down, letting my cold figure lean on him as I sigh.

"Dan, you're bleeding, I need to help-"

"Not now Kyle. I know I'm bleeding, but not now. Just hold me and stroke my hair or something, just please, say absolutely nothing." He nods and hugs me tightly, resting his head on the top of mine as I set mine on his shoulder. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me to sit in his lap. I hold out my arm, being careful not to get blood on his shirt, but he shakes his head and pushes my arm against his side. "Kyle, I'll ruin your shirt."

"I don't care Dan. It's ok," he says softly with a kiss to my forehead. His hand slides up my back, moving down to rub the small of my back in small circles. I shrink back, feeling the pain from my sides shoot up me and whimper when his hands meet my hips. His grip is firm, but he lets go as soon as I make a noise.

I move back slowly, getting off of him as I shrink back into the corner. I let my back hit the wall as I look up to the celling. I clench my right hand into the left side of my shirt and whimper, feeling like I'm being suffocated by the loose neckline of my t-shirt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you love. Are you alright? What do you need?" I work my other hand into the neckline and begin to tug harshly, needing it to loosen up. Kyle slowly moves closer to me with worried eyes as I stretch out the shirt that is already too big on me.

"Danny, babe, here let's try something else. How about we get this off of you and I can clean you up, then I'll find you a new shirt and we can go back to my house, alright?" He speaks slowly and soothingly as I look to him with pleading eyes. My hand slows and loosen its grip on my shirt as I reluctantly nod my head. He slowly moves his hands to mine and helps me stand before gently working my shirt off of me. I instinctively cover my stomach and sides as I stare down to the floor. He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me into the bathroom before making me sit down on the toilet cover. My arms are still wrapped tightly around me, but I comply, feeling his eyes on me as I move.

"Danny, I need you to put your arms down love. I want to help, ok? I don't want to hurt you darling, I promise. Please, let me in?" He's kneeling in front of me now with a pleading look in hie eyes. I slowly nod again, allowing his hands to cover mine as he moves my arms away from my body. I flinch and tremble slightly, whimpering quietly as he extends my left arm to examine the 2 moderate sized cuts on my arm. "Ok, this may sting a little bit."

His hand moves to rest on my jaw. He gently coaxes my face to look to him and he smiles wearily to me. I lean into his touch, but gasp and whimper when he runs a cloth over the cuts. The cloth has a mixture of antibacterial spray and alcohol from under the sink and it burns the open wounds, signifying that they're clean.

"I'm sorry, I should have called beforehand. I'm so sorry," I mutter to him as I continue looking down at the floor. His hand that's gripping the cloth moves to wipe at the scratches on my neck and I wince. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Shh, you don't have to apologize, I know. Don't be sorry, it's not your fault, Daniel. I'm not mad love." He continues cleaning the scratches and eventually moves up to my busted lip. His right hand moves to cup my chin as his left moves the cloth over the wound. I hiss in pain, but don't make an effort to move away from the sting of the antibacterial mixture that seeps in. "There we go. All clean. Let me bandage you up, then I'll get some ice for your lip and your eye, then we can lay down."

He quietly moves back to the sink and returns with 2 large plasters and opens them before sticking them to my skin after applying a generous layer of cream to my arm. He kisses my forehead and gently lifts my head up to look at me again.

"Here, hold this on your eye, the cold water should slow the discoloration until I can return with ice and aspirin, ok?" I nod and hold the cold l, wet cloth to my eye as he dashes out of my bathroom and into the bedroom. "Ok Danny, I promise I'll be right back. I'm going to run home, grab some more stuff then come right back, I promise." I nod in response and he climbs out the window as quick as he came in. I sit down on my bed, curling my knees close to my chest, resting my head on them as I wait.

"Dan? Darling, I'm back." He slips back in the room 5 minutes later and walks over to my. I sit up and smile weakly to him as he hands me a bag of ice and some aspirin. I stand up and walk back into the bathroom, leaving Kyle alone in my room while I fill a cup with some water and swallow the pills. I walk back in and sigh, seeing him examining the small razor blade in the floor.

"Are you going to make me promise to stop?" He turns around quickly and looks to me before standing up and walking to me with a sad smile. He laces his hands around my waist and pulls me close to him, my head pressing against his neck as I continue, "I'll try to stop, but I can't promise I will. Please don't make me, I want to stop, I do, but don't know if I can."

"Hey, it's alright Dan. I won't make you promise to stop, that wouldn't be fair to you. I'll help you with it though, I'll be right here for you. I won't push you to stop and I won't get mad if you relapse, that I promise." He holds me closer and I sigh into his neck, feeling better when I'm pressed tightly to him. I grip back, clenching his shirt in my hands as I breathe in him.

"I love you," I sigh, completely without thinking. I tense up and lean back, trying to read his face as he looks to me.

"Do you really mean it Dan?" He whispers to me.

"Yeah, I do. I know it's dangerous to say that now, but I've known you my whole life and I've loved you forever. What we are is new, and it'll take some time to adjust to it, but I do. I love you Kyle." I taper off and just as I'm about to shrink back, he pulls me to him again and kisses me, full force.

"I love you too Dan. I always have and I always will." He leads me over to the bed and we lay down, tangling together our legs and arms as we talk and kiss, then talk some more. He smiles to me and we end up talking into the earliest hours of the morning, but I don't care, he feels like home.