4am

four

*DAN'S POV*

My vision was still blurred and my hands continued to shake, but the fog from my head had lifted a lot. I glanced over at the clock, I'd been blacked out for almost an hour. The door to the flat was wide open. The memories of what had happened an hour ago filled into my head and panic quickly smothered my body. I leapt up from my pathetic ball on the floor and felt for my phone. It wasn't there. I shut the door to the flat, had I left it open?

"PHIL?" I called out desperately. Fucking hell, was he still out? It was just past 5am. I hurried through to the bedroom to try find my phone, my breathing catching in my throat. Just as I reached out to grab the handle for the bedroom door, I heard a laugh from inside. I froze. That definitely wasn't Phil. The laugh was cold and sinister, not like Phil's, his laugh was adorable.

I waited behind the door to hear another noise, but there wasn't really any point. I knew exactly who was in there. Then I heard them.

"Shouldn't we have at least checked he was ok? He was completely blacked out and we just walked over his body." That was Jay. I could make out out a grunt in response.

"The lying fag'll come round soon enough" A hoarse, deep voice echoed through the door. That was Damien. He was terrifying. I was aware that they knew where I lived but I didn't think they'd ever actually come here. I almost made a break for it there and then, I could've run out the door, straight the the police. Then I thought of Phil. Once again, the night Phil and I met crossed my mind. The images spurred me on to reach out and open the door.

Once I'd opened the door, the three of them turned to look at me. No one said anything. Their eyes burned through my skull, making my heart beat faster. I felt like I was going to cry. Damien's face was contorted, his eyes glaring at me and his lips narrow as he slowly stood up.

"Hello, Daniel." He said with a sick little smirk. I tried to ask why he was here, but the words got caught in my throat.

"I guess you're wondin' why we're here? Well, Dan, you've been a good friend to us, isn't that right guys?" He turned to the other two. The one called Mitch nodded sarcastically, grinning, and Jay said nothing.

"You see Dan, since you're such a good friend of ours, and we know how you hate that stupid skinny shit that stops you doing your job for us, we decided we'd... take care of him for you." Damien spat the last words out and my heart dropped into my stomach.

"You see, we were just walking home when Mitch recognised him, said he'd seen with you him before. Of course, we were surprised he was there, because of what you've... told us before"

"W-where is he? Is he okay?" I blurted out, without thinking. Hot tears started to form in my eyes. What had they done?

"Why would you care? He held you back Dan. Unless you're a queer, just like your fucked up friend." I gritted my teeth. I thought I'd been protecting Phil when I'd told them that I'd 'taken care of him'. I didn't delve further into what I meant by 'taking care of him' at the time. I just wanted them to think that Phil wasn't holding me back anymore, for both his safety and mine.

Mitch stood up and sauntered over, leaving Jay standing by the bed alone. Jay's eyes met mine for a second, until his gaze fell to the floor.

"So" Mitch began. His voice was higher pitched than Damien's, but had a rough northern accent attached that echoed through the room.

"You told us you 'took care of him' eh?" He spat. Damien Smirked. I lurked back slightly, selfishly wishing Phil was there, I always felt safer when he was. My palms were hot and sweaty and my vision was still swirling a bit from earlier. My blood felt as if it were crashing through my veins. I clenched my eyes shut for a second, struggling to hold back tears. All I could think of was Phil.

"Looks like that was a fucking lie. Where have you been lurking off to at the end of every fucking night then? Were you coming back here to fuck your disgusting boyfriend?" Damien growled. His words struck me like a knife, I felt weaker with each syllable.

"I j-jus-" I began to stutter, before I was interrupted by Mitch.

"We told you if you didn't get rid of that mongo you'd be out." My brain went into overdrive. There wasn't really a way out. You can't just get out. The only person that ever left was Mark, and he was found dead in his home, two days later. His death wasn't a coincidence.

The truth is, once you're in, you already know too much. These sick bastards would never be able to let you go. You can never get out. Not alive.