TOO GOOD ; Phan

f i f t y t h r e e

This is a looooooong chapter but please read it all cause it's important!!!! (also I love Anthony Padilla, so me making him a bad character is no way a reflection on my opinion of him :)

!!!!!SERIOUS TW!!!!! 

Another school day ends, Anthony not letting me talk to Phil, though I see him with Pj and Chris, laughing. At least he's happy. I'm jealous, I want to be happy, but I'm also jealous of Pj and Chris; I want to be with Phil. Mainly the second part: I definitely want to be with Phil, I love him. I can't stand being apart from him, but I feel controlled by Anthony, like the only thing that goes is what he says. Bullcrap.

"So, I have no plans with my friends tonight, wanna come over to my place?" He asks, smirk written over his face. I shouldn't. I don't want to. What would we even do? It's not like we have anything in common.

"S-sure."

"Sort out the stutter." He commands. He's disgusting and emasculating. I hate it, I hate him. I want to hang out with Phil, be happy with Phil, be the boyfriend of Phil. Only two of those things will ever be achievable. 

We walk off in the opposite direction to the road where my flat and Phil's flat are, Anthony having his arm around my small frame, making me feel claustrophobic in his firm grasp. It's sending thoughts from last night rushing back into my mind, feeling trapped. I lose my concentration I the thoughts, then met with Anthony shouting at me, telling e that we're at his house.

It's a small looking family home, probably housing three or four people comfortably. We walk through a gate and up a path, reaching the front door and stepping into his house. It's cosy looking, but there's still an uncomfortable vibe because it's Anthony's home. Anthony who I hate and who scares me and towers over me in height. Phil is a comfortable amount taller than me, while Anthony is giant. 

I'm fidgety and uncomfortable, which he can probably tell. I wait until he does something before I do, knowing I I did something he disapproved of I'd probably be in trouble. I never feel anxious with Phil, not like this at least. He sits down on a medium sized sofa, s I do too, trying to keep my distance from him, but not so far away that it's obvious to him. That'd probably end badly too.

He switches on some trashy programme, but there's no point in complaining. He's shut up and I get some peace for a little while. My phone pings and worry pools in my stomach. I want to answer because it could only be Phil, or- no, but the thought is stupid because that's basically asking for Anthony to get mad at me.

The show ends, and Anthony grabs my hand, leading me, well more like pulling me, along with him somewhere, which I assume will be his bedroom. As soon as we're in the room, he growls and presses me up against the wall.

"My parents aren't home." He growls into my ear, hands holding my hips in place so that I can't budge. Oh. Oh, fuck. Maybe he won't actually do anything. Who am I kidding? Sure as hell not me.

He starts to tug at my hoodie, forcing me to lift my arms above my head, which I'm extremely reluctant to but scared to stop him. My body begins to shake out of fear and my breathing speeds up. Not again. The hoodie gets slipped off over my head, and suddenly I'm only protected by my baby pink t-shirt. He's too concentrated on undressing me to notice my wrists, which is neither good or bad, or maybe it's both. He wouldn't care anyway. 

He throws me onto his bed and I squirm around as he feels up my body, It's disgusting and I feel violated. I keep trying to push him off of me, but I have no muscles and he's a muscular jock, so it's not going to happen. When his hands reach the button of my shorts, I get a sudden surge of power and shove him away from me, succeeding this time and causing him to tumble out of the bed. His face is filled with disgust, staring angrily at me. It's almost as if there's literal fire in his eyes. 

Fear.

"WHAT THE FUCK DAN? FUCKING TEASE!" He screams, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me up, throwing me against the wall, causing a shot of pain to my spine.

"Wh-what-"

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY NOT GONNA LET ME FUCK YOU?"

"Wh-why would I-"

"I ONLY ASKED YOU TO BE MY BOYFRIEND SO THAT I COULD FUCK YOU, YOU DUMB SHIT!"

He sends a powerful kick to my stomach causing me to drop onto the floor as if I'd been shot.

"As soon as you can get up get the FUCK out of my FUCKING house!" He says, leaving the room and slamming the door.

It's impossible for me to comprehend everything that just happened, but I want to get out as soon as possible. I pull my body off of the ground and onto the bed, looking out of the window and seeing him walking down the street. He's gone.Just like that. I'm not sure which pain is emotional and which is physical, but it's all there. There's only one thing that I can trust at this point; asking Phil to help. I'm already a burden to him, but there's nothing else for me to do.

I stumble out of the bedroom, picking my hoodie up on the way, and I grab my bag and fish out my phone, calling Phil.

"Hello?" He says as if it's a question, like I need a reason to cal him now, which I do have a reason.

"H-h-hi" I say, my voice making it evident that I've been crying.

"Dan? What's wrong?"

"Anthony, h-he, I don't know, Phil, please- I need-"

"Where are you, Dan?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, I think I saw the sign outside. It's number 12, maybe, and, uh, you know the street with all of the kinda posh family houses the opposite direction of the street where your house i-is?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming now. I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Are you going to end the call?"

"I don't have much battery, I'm sorry."

It's ff-fine, just hurry."

"I am doing, don't worry bear."

"B-bear?"

"Yeah, I mean, you kinda remind me of a baby bear, cute and cuddly."

"O-okay, I'll see you s-soon." I say, managing to end the call despite my trembling hands.