control ;; phan

home

-phil's pov-
-three weeks later-
~*~
it was all a blur.
there i was,
walking through
the empty streets
on my journey
home, admiring
the few stars i
could see –
thinking of how
they looked like
the freckles which
danced lightly upon
dan's tanned skin –
and i heard a voice,
as sharp as glass.
immediately, i felt
weak; vulnerable.
"hey there, philly."
i froze as the voice
moved closer to me,
beads of sweat
beginning to form
on my forehead
as my body was
consumed by
nervousness.
"what brings you
around these parts?"
and then,
the owner of the
voice became
visible.
"p- pj!"
even without
touching me,
pj still had full
control over me.
how could he have
so much power?
how could i let
him have so much
power?
"still a coward,
i see."
he chuckled,
his eyes glinting
devilishly in the
pale orange glow
of the street lights.
"so," he repeated.
"what brings you
here, philly?"
"l- leave me alone."
"hm, is the little
kitten scared?"
i inhaled sharply,
holding my breath,
as he drew closer
and closer to me,
pressing his body
against my own.
"oh, phil, how i've
missed you,"
pj's lips curled into
something that
resembled a smile.
but how could it be
a smile?
weren't smiles
supposed to be
associated with
happiness, not
malevolence?
"pj, please-"
"please what?
touch you?
do you want me to
touch you again like
the little slut you are?"
now, pj had grabbed
both of my wrists and
pushed me to the brick
wall that ran along the
side of the path.
releasing one of my wrists,
he trailed his hand down
my body, letting his
fingers dance upon my
stomach and sides,
teasing at the waistline
of my trousers.
"don't even tell me you're
not enjoying this, phil.
you're such a little slut...
my little slut."
and with that,
i had had enough.
"no."
pj's head snapped up.
"what did you say?"
"i said no, pj."
"no? no?"
pj seethed with rage;
fingers curling towards
his palm to form a fist.
he raised his hand and
i recoiled in fear.
i cowered in fear for
what seemed like
an age, but i couldn't
feel the impact of
his fist against my
skin.
why hadn't he hit me?
cautiously, i opened my
eyes to find pj beginning
to laugh.
"oh, phil, you really are
pathetic."
he grabbed my hand again
and pulled me along.
"where- where are you
taking me?"
fear flooded through me
as i was dragged through
the dark streets.
"home."

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A/N: oh shit. what do you guys think will happen next? ;-)
also I love how misleading I made the title. I hope someone thought this chapter would be happy.