control ;; phan

terror

-phil's pov-
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"get the fuck off him."
a growl escaped pj's lips.
"how did you get in here?"
"door was open, dumbass."
a smile found its way to
my lips.
where had this new found
courage come from?
pj's eyes were as dark as
storm clouds as he moved
towards dan.
despite the heaviness of
his footsteps, pj's
movements were swift, making
it across the room in a matter of
seconds.
i could see dan's face fall as the
taller of the two stood before him.
if looks could kill, dan would surely
be dead.
"who the fuck do you think you are,
howell?"
pj's fists had begun to shake at
his sides.
"what gives you the right to
try and steal my property?"
"oh go fuck yourself, pj."
and then there was a thud
as pj's fist collided with dan's
gut – over, and over,
and over again.
i screamed, begging him to stop,
but to no avail.
pj seemed to be possessed as
he brought his fist down
again, and again.
i watched in sheer terror
as dan's face became
bloodier by the second,
tears welling up in my eyes.
what could i do?
i wasn't strong enough to go
up against pj, so how could i
stop him?
the answer was simple:
i couldn't.
and so i sat in shock,
watching as dan was beaten;
as he was kicked;
as he was almost killed.
i watched this, though, until
something changed.
"what the fuck are you doing,
howell?" pj asked, astonished.
with his fist against pj's
stomach, dan grimaced.
"stopping this from ever happening
again."

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A/N: oh hey i finally updated (i blame school for sucking all the creativity out of me tbh). this chapter was so shit im so sorry oh god please forgive me. also im like really emotional and idk im upset and tired right now so i dont think any of this chapter makes sense idk just yeah sorry