Just my little sister (AmazingPhil Fanfic)

Save your breath

Later on we all went to a bar/restaurant thing. 

I was sitting on a plastic chair and gazing at the screen of my phone. Dan and Phil were talking to some American youtubers. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see a dirty blonde haired boy, his dull brown eyes gazed at me and he had a stupid smile on his face. "Um, can I help you?" I asked as I locked my phone. He seemed to snap out of his trance. "Oh, sorry, it's James Mill! From high school." My eyes widened at his response. 

Oh no, he used to be my self proclaimed high school boyfriend. I clamped my eyes shut.

"I have a boyf-" I attempted to say before he dragged me by the arm to the hotel. I was actually kicking and trying to let his greasy hand to release my forearm. My arm had gone marble white, he was cutting off my blood circulation. 

He then started kissing me. Urgh, this was disgusting, it was like licking an ashtray. I desperately tried to kick him off. I pushed my head away from his face and saw Phil standing, with a few tears in his blue eyes, he thought I was cheating. "Phil! Help! Please!" At these words James punched me in the jaw and the head to stop me speaking. But the hit knocked me unconscious. I fell limp and my eyes reduced to slits.

James pushed himself off me. He began shouting fiercely. "Phil." I croaked. The last thing I saw was Phil's eyes. 

I hope he forgives me.

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I woke up with blurry eyes. I saw a figure over me. I clamped my eyes shut and reopened them. My sight was clear now. Phil was sitting over me. He looked tearful. But I wasn't in the hotel anymore. I was in a white room. I sat up and looked around, it was a hospital. 

As soon as Phil saw me moving he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I hugged him back. I guess this means I'm forgiven. 

He kissed me gently. "What the hell happened?" I asked with a start. "Well, this guy was kissi-" 

"I remember that and will live to regret not punching him in the stomach. What happened after?" 

He sighed shakily. "When he punched you, and you fell unconscious, Dan rang an ambulance, your head was bleeding. Then you were pronounced in a coma. And that there was little chance that you'd wake up. Dan got drunk out of grief. That's why he's not here." 

My brain struggled to process this information. Questions swirled in my mind as they begged to be freed, but my mind was overwhelmed and I only said - "I'm s-sorry."