TW: Mentions of alcohol, homophobia, and "almost violence"..?
*Dan's P.O.V.*
It's been a few days since Phil and I officially made up. And within those few days, my dad decided he'd stay in town a bit longer. I'm not sure how to feel. I'm honestly not excited or flattered. I understand that he's trying, but he makes my mum and I feel extremely uncomfortable when he's in the house. Mum suggested that he could stay in a hotel, but he declined because he 'Wants to see his son as much as possible.' I appreciate his efforts, but he really isn't doing anything besides stress both me and my mum out. Thankfully, I have an escape- Phil. If it weren't for him, I would have gone completely mad. I still have to tell my dad that I don't want to attend that boarding school, and to be honest, I'm scared to, but I know that I have to tell him soon or he'll sign the papers and I'll be shipped off to God knows where.
It was last period and Phil was waiting for me at his car.
"Hey, Bear. Ready to go?" He asked, pecking my forehead and opening my door for me.
I nodded and got in. We got some sneers at the forehead kiss, but we didn't pay them any mind. We began the usual ride back to my house.
"Bear, you okay? You just seem really... Detached." Phil said.
"My dad is staying longer and I still have to tell him I don't want to go to a boarding school and I'm scared."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Dan, you know if you want, I could do it with yo-"
"No, I don't want you anywhere near him. He can turn violent very quickly. I can't expose you to someone like that. He's too overbearing." I said quickly.
"I love you, Dan. But the offer still stands. If things don't work out and he does get violent, call me and I'll come get you." He said, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze.
I nodded in response and we got to my house.
"Call you later, okay?" Phil said, kissing my cheek before I got out.
"Absolutely. Love you!" I said, shutting the door and waving at him.
"Love you too." He said with a small smile playing on his lips.
I walked inside and saw my mum sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands. I closed the door and the sound snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Mum, you okay?" I asked.
She looked up and just sighed and pointed to the liquor cupboard in the kitchen. I looked at it and found it completely empty.
Oh no.
Dad found the liquor.
"Where is he, then?" I asked.
She just shrugged and rubbed her temples.
"I presume getting more of it." She said, looking down.
"What are we supposed to do if he comes back drunk?" I asked, standing next to her.
"He used to just come home and pass out, so that's probably what's going to happen, hopefully." She answered, "I've got to head back to work, so just stay in your room if he comes back and keep your door locked. He may not even come home. If he does, just don't even speak with him. If he gets rough, call me or the police or someone after you've removed yourself from the situation, okay?" She said, locking eyes with me.
I could tell she didn't want to leave me all alone, but there wasn't much choice. Her job was extremely strict and weren't very lenient on "sick days".
After she left, I began making myself a sandwich when the door opened.
There, drunk off his ass was the man that I had to call my father. He had a stained wife beater on, a green button up shirt unbuttoned, and a bottle of straight vodka in his hand.
"Daaaanny, Boyyy." He said, stumbling into the kitchen.
I was shocked and didn't know what to do, so I just stood still, barely making eye contact. It was sickening to see anyone like this. I guess I'm not your average teenager because I don't find intoxicating myself with different substances appealing. I think I'll keep my brain cells.
"Daan, are yo- you listening to mee?" He slurred, "I wouldn't blammme you. I've been a complete sh-shit father." He said between burps, "I just waaanna make it up to you, D-Daaaanny."
I felt a pull at the tug of my heart. Was he actually sorry? Could I actually talk to him?
"Dad, I don't want to go to boa-"
Riiiing! Riiiiing!
"Who's Phil and why does he have a heart by his name?" He said, surprisingly clearly.
Oh, shit. He's homophobic.
"Are you da-ating a booy, Daniel?"
I went white. I could feel my heart racing.
"Uhh..." I stammered.
"NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO BE A FAGGOT!" He said and charged at me.
I ran up the stairs and closed my bedroom door. I heard heavy steps following. I had to think quick.
I tried to lift the window but it was jammed.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
The footsteps were getting much closer.
"DANIEL!"
I looked to my left and saw my old metal baseball bat.
This will have to do.
I grabbed a bookbag and shoved any clothes I could find in it and put it over my shoulders.
The door opened and I swung at the window, shattering the glass. I slipped out and slid down the ladder, running out of my neighborhood.
I took out my phone that I snagged off the counter when he wasn't looking and dialed Phil.
"Hello?"
"PHIL! HES DRUNK AND HE WANTS TO HURT ME PLEASE HELP ME!"
"WHAT? Okay, I'll come to you, Bear. Go to the cliffs, okay? I'll come get you, I'm out the house now, I'll be there soon, stay safe, I love you!"
I didn't question how far away the cliffs were, but I jolted to them. I hid under the oak tree and brought my knees to chest and sobbed.
About ten minutes later, I hear a car door slam and I run to the person getting out of the car. He was shirtless and didn't even have on shoes.
"Phil!" I sobbed, gripping onto him for dear life.
"Shh, it's okay, I'm here." He said, rubbing my back.
I got in the car and cried. I explained what happened and Phil just couldn't stop apologizing for calling me. I reassured him it wasn't his fault.
We finally got to his house. His parents weren't home, so I was fine to sleep over.
"Did you pack any pajamas?" He asked once we got to his room.
I checked my bag. Underwear, socks, jeans, shirt.
I shook my head no. He went to his closet and handed me some blue sweat pants and a green hoodie.
"Are these okay?" He asked, kissing my forehead.
I nodded and began putting them on without any shame. I then got under his covers and curled into a ball and started crying again. He climbed in next to me and rolled me over to face him.
"C'mere, baby." He said, taking me into his arms and stroking my back and hair gently.
"I love you." I sobbed into his chest.
"And I love you. Get some rest, Bear. You need a good night's sleep. You're safe, I've got you." He said, then I was out like a light.
*Phil's P.O.V.*
I woke up smiling. I had the love of my life sound asleep in my arms, snoring a little. He's so incredibly exquisite. Every little detail about him is so significant. His eyes are so warm, his dimples make him look as innocent as a toddler, his beautiful curls that form over night, his contagious laugh, everything.
My smile faltered when the events of last night came flooding back. What kind of scum bag must you be to want to hurt someone as precious as Dan?
I figured he needs to start off his day positive, so I decided I'd go make him breakfast.
I went downstairs and began making pancakes, eggs, and bacon until I heard little padded footsteps coming from the stairs. I then felt two arms hug me from behind. He was wearing the mint green flower crown I got him when he was in the hospital. He's gorgeous.
"Whatcha making?" He asked, trying to look over my shoulder.
"Just some breakfast. Is there anything else you want?"
There was a slight pause.
"You."
My head turned up slowly and I have never been so quick to kiss someone. The kiss was rough yet passionate from the start. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, but in the end, I won. I lifted him up onto the counter, removing his flower crown while his hands were working on removing my shirt which I happily tossed onto the floor, followed by his. Our hands were all over each other, exploring each other's bodies and worshipping them with kisses. Dan sucked on my neck roughly, no doubt leaving marks, but that's totally okay with me. I ran my hands up and down his legs, then tangled my fingers in his hair. He was working on unbuttoning my pants when we heard the front door open and a feminine screech.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hey girl, heeeey. 4K READS WHAAAAAT?! Thank you thank you thank youuuuu! I never thought anyone would actually WANT to read this, but OH MEH GOSH OEOPLE ACTUALLY DO. I hope you guys enjoyed. Sorry about the cliffhanger... Heheh... Please don't sue me.
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