One of the men stumbles into my room and looks around in confusion. I realize he must be looking for the bathroom but I'm too terrified to move so I just stare at him with wide eyes.
The man, I believe his name is Alex, notices me and grins weirdly.
"Hello there, beautiful," he slurs.
What the fuck?
"What are you doing all alone in that bed, huh? You need someone to accompany you?" He stumbles onto my bed and I scramble backwards as he tries to climb on top of me.
"Don't be afraid, darling, I won't hurt you..." He grabs my wrists in one hand and pins me down. I yell out of horror and pain as he grips my skin and kneels on my legs. My feeble body tries to fight back, but I'm not strong enough.
His free hand roams around my body and tilts my head back as he starts to kiss messily all over my neck. I scream over and over, praying for this to stop. Luckily, my dad isn't drunk enough to ignore my shouts and comes into the room with a beer bottle in hand.
"What the hell is going on in here?" he yells as he grabs Alex and rips him off of me. "You know that's my son, right? You twat. Get out of here!"
Alex drunkenly trips out of my room and my dad soon follows, slamming my door closed.
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Help Me Live || Phan
FanfictionThis is the prequel to Let Me Die. Dan Howell is sad. But its more than that. He's not just sad, he's depressed. His friend Phil wants to help him, but how can you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? TW: cutting, depression, suicide, bulimia...
