What if it's us? Phan

Part 3

Dans POV

I took harsh steps on the ground, holding my diary tight to my chest and running as fast as I could away from the older boy, I couldnt let myself fall for him, I wouldnt let myself fall for him, 

he's straight, obviously.

I kept running and running, watching the stony pathways turn to cemented pavements, watching the colorful abyss blossom into smoky gray. 

it was the same way my mind was running, the beautiful and sweet thoughts disappearing in clouds of gloom and confusion.

I keep running until I feel myself bump into something, I smell the familiar scent of weed mixed with sweat and beer, the scent that fueled my nightmares, I suddenly knew exactly who I bumped into, 

Nathan

"Running away from our session are we? Not today Fag" Nathan huffed in my face, I feel his hand reach up my shirt in one hand, bunching up the fabric and lifting me off the ground slightly, and pin me against the brick wall of the school building, scraping my back in the process.

there was no way anybody could see them. 

 the only students around were the ones who just left detention, and the members of the soccer team who were too busy practicing for their tournament to care.

Taking my wrists above my head, Nathan held me captive in a brute grip and looked at me with fire in his eyes.

"i-I w-was j-j-just leaving" I manage to stutter out in the tiniest voice, fear embedded into my voice, hoping he would spare me the pain this time

Nathans fist connected with my stomach, and I squeezed my eyes shut in pain, feeling tears stinging in my eyes

 there was another punch. 

 then another. 

another. 

 and then ten more.

Nathan released my hands,  I was hurt everywhere and all I wanted was to for Nathan to leave me alone so I could sob in peace. 

 like Punch after punch, tears were building up and stinging my eyes, and the midnight irises were filled with the liquid, and only I knew how much it hurt to hold it in. 

My stomach hurt, and so do my wrists which are both probably dislocated from the amount of time he was holding me up by them, my back was numb and tingly from being arched for so long, And my already scarred wrists were scraped and bloody from being rubbed against the brick wall.

"Go, and if you ever try to leave without seeing me again, so help me god, you wont be able to walk after that." He said with a sneer, and with that I was thrown to the ground, I went face down and my forehead connected to the rough pavement below me, causing my vision to go blurry for a moment.

Blood trickled down from my forehead and onto my cheek, coating the translucent gold skin an unpleasant red

I pick up my diary and pen which had fallen during the beating and slowly limp back to my little sanctuary in the trees, tears soaking my blood stained face.