Texting Daniel Middleton...(A DanTDM Fanfiction)

Cuts And Bruises..

(Emma's POV)

I wake up to my phone ringing. I look at the screen to see it was Dan requesting a video chat. I hurriedly sit up, and throw my hair in a ponytail, and click accept. "Hey!" I say as he pops up onto my screen, but my mood dropped when I saw his face. His eyes were red and puffy, and his hair was a mess, obviously he was tired. "Dan what's wrong?" I ask more awake.

"I miss you so much.. Never have i thought that I could get so attached to someone like this." He says sniffling. "Dan.. I'm sorry.. There's nothing we can really do.." I mumble, now wanting to cry myself. "I know.." say sniffling. "Look, go get some rest, make a video, chill out, and I'm gonna go to the store. We can talk later, but you look like an actual zombie right now." I say and he chuckles. "Okay, bye Emma." He says, a small yawn leaving his mouth. "Bye, Daniel." I say and we end the call.

I get up, and change into black skinny jeans, and a white v neck, with a grey zip up jacket over it. I put in my Vans, and brush my hair out, and put it in a high pony tail. I grab my wallet, and walk out of my house. Half way to the store which was close to my house, I hear that all familiar voice and freeze. "Bitch, who do you think you are!?" Isabella's voice rings through my ears. I slowly turn around to see her standing there with her stupid boyfriend. "What?" I say. Confidence, confidence. I mumble thinking if Dan.

"You think you can talk back to me over the phone just because you were with your dumb friends? Hell no. That's not how it works." She says and I roll my eyes. "Brad." She says looking at her boyfriend and he nods and starts walking towards me, rolling up his sleeves. I gulp loudly, and start backing up. Fuck I shouldn't have talked back. Suddenly his fist comes in contact with my face, and I stumble back, surprised. He shoves me to the ground, kicking me and throwing punches at me.

This is how it always went. Isabella would have her boyfriend, my ex, beat me up, while she sits back and laughs. After about 5 minutes he stops and they walk away, laughing. I slowly stand up once the coast is clear, and let the tears fall down my cheeks. I can't do this. I need to be with Dan. He helps me. But I can't.. he's in Britain, and I'm in dumb America. I sigh as I brush myself off, and start walking back to my house. I walk in, closing the door behind me, the pain all over my body was worse than any other time.

Every move I made sent a shooting pain through my body. I slowly walk up the stairs, and go into my bathroom. I look in the mirror and gasp. My lip was bloody, and I had a bruise on my jawline, and there were little cuts all over my face. I lift up my shirt, to see bruises forming all over my stomach and sides. "Oh my god.." I mumble but it sounded weird do to the fact my lip was huge. "Fucking hell.." I mumble walking out. I walk info to my room, and see that Dan was requesting another video call. "Hi.." I say,answering. "Love?! What happened??" He says.

I look at the screen and smile. He looked way better. "Isabella.." I mumble and he sighs. "This is ridiculous.." He says and I sigh. "I.. I'm sorry.." I say and he looks up. "Why?! It's not your fault.. That's it." He says and I see him reaching for his laptop. "Dan?" J ask him but he ignores me. "Dan?! What's going on?" I ask him. "I'm getting you a plane ticket, your coming to live with ms. Pack your bags." He says and I nod. "O..okay." I say taken by surprise.

"I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow." He says. "Okay.. Bye." I say and we end the call. I grab my suitcases and pack my clothes, and shoes. I pack the little stuff that's valuable to me, and I go in the bathroom, and pack all my makeup. I look at my razors, and sigh, tossing them in the toilet, and flushing it. After I have everything packed, I go downstairs, and pack the things I needed in another suitcase, like pictures and such.

I go upstairs, and put the four suitcases by my bed in a neat pile and smile. I'm so happy right now. I literally wanted to cry of happiness, but smiles widely instead. I lay flatly on my bed and sigh. I roll over and turn off my lamp, and go under the covers, and soon enough I fall asleep.