control ;; phan

broken

-dan's pov-
~*~
it was nearing eleven
when i finally found
my phone in between
the sofa cushions as
it usually was.
frantically, i checked
to see if phil had left
a message.
six missed calls
from: phil
what?
six?
what had happened
within the time that
he went out for a walk?
worry washed over me.
what if something bad
had happened?
hesitantly, i lifted the
phone to my ear and
began listening to his
fragile voice.
"d- dan, p- please help!"
i felt my heart drop as
i realised he was crying.
"d- dan, i- i- i need you!"
it was only on the sixth
call that i realised i had
been biting my lip.
blood trickled down onto
my chin and filled my
nose with its hot, metallic
stench.
"d- dan, i don't know what
to do... p- p- pj has me,
and- and i'm so- so scared."
the name 'pj' made my head
shoot up.
this couldn't be happening,
it just couldn't.
i had promised phil that i
wouldn't let anything
happen to him, and now...
wiping the blood from my
face, i grabbed my coat
from the sitting room and
made my way out the door
into the cold, sleepless streets.
i began picking up my pace
as i turned corner after corner.
if pj had him, i knew exactly
where they'd be.
breathless, i finally arrived
outside of phil and
pj's old flat.
anger surged through my
body.
how could he have done
something like this to phil?
my sweet, innocent phil...
not even bothering to knock,
i tried the door, which was
surprisingly unlocked.
i scoffed under my breath
at pj's carelessness.
cautiously entering,
i heard the cries of a voice too
familiar to me.
"NO! NO! PJ, PLEASE-"
it was filled with anguish
and terror – i bit my lip
again to prevent tears from
falling.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP,
YOU LITTLE BITCH."
upstairs.
they were upstairs.
i bit my lip again to prevent
myself from calling out and
alerting them of my presence
as i found myself climbing
up the wooden staircase.
i recoiled each time
the floor creaked underneath me,
fearing that pj would hear –
but he didn't.
i lay low outside of the room
pj had trapped phil in;
the door slightly ajar,
allowing me to peer in.
there was phil.
lying on the bed, he looked
broken.
his eyes were bloodshot,
and tears fell from them
like rainfall.
pj stood over him, holding
him down, aggression radiating
off him.
"DAN, DAN, HELP!"
"DAN'S NOT HERE,
STOP WHINING."
he brought his fist down
to phil's pale cheek.
"I'M THE ONE WHO BROUGHT
YOU IN. I SAVED YOU FROM
THE STREETS. WHY DO YOU
LOVE HIM AND NOT ME?"
another punch.
i shrunk back.
how was i supposed to help
when i couldn't even stop
him from doing this to me?
i was too scared.
too scared to
phone the police;
to enter the room
and stop him;
to save phil...
"p- please, pj..."
phil's voice was fragile;
broken.
"please don't hurt me."
and then, for a split
second,
i was brave.
i don't know what
possessed me.
it must have been the
sound of phil's voice,
or the fact that i had
broken my promise
that snapped me out of
my state of terror.
pj turned as i opened the
door, face imbued with rage.
my expression was cold;
resentment, for the boy
holding phil down, surged
through me.
"get the fuck off him."

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A/N: gAH THAT WAS SO BAD. IM SO SORRY.
I was just trying to get a chapter done bc people were beginning to pester me lmao. But yeah sorry I have prelims (which are essentially mocks) for the entirety of the next week and a bit ((11th of January - 19th of January)) so I won't be able to update. I'm really sorry and I hope you can appreciate that I do need to study and get the best results I can //: I'll be back to updating as usual after!