Sequel: Confession ›
Toxic
Chapter 6
-Dans POV-
I paced up and down the empty, quiet apartement my phone glued to my ear, the shrill ringing sending cold shivers down my spine,
"Hey it's Phil leave a message and I might phone you back"
"Phil this is beyond a joke now! pick up the fucking phone dick!"
I sighed and hung up for what felt like the millionth time, Phil had left this afternoon it was now 5 am and worry was starting to gnaw away at my stomach.
I sat on the sofa pulling my legs to my chest and flicking through the channels again trying to pass the time until Phil came back home, my eyes where now burning as I fought off sleep, as I felt them getting heavier I lost the will to fight and slowly drifted in to a dreamless sleep.
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A sudden bang made me wake up, the sun spilled through the curtains making my vison blurry and my eyes burn, I looked around to see Phil stumbling around trying to pull his vans off of his feet and falling in the process, I walked over and stood above him glaring down at the giggling wreck on the floor,
"Oh hi Dan! I didnt see you there!"
"where the fuck have you been?"
"Erm out, Dan listen I've got a brilliant story to tell you!"
"I'm not fucking interested"
I looked around to see his hurt face, he didnt look like Phil, something was different, I stared until it clicked, his normally gorgeous blue eyes where blood shot and there was hardly any colour to be seen as it was engulfed by his large black pupil,
"Drugs!"
"What?"
"That fucking whore has got you in to drugs!"
"Pft no!"
"Phil! for fuck sake I'm not fucking stupid your pupils are fucking enormous!"
He rubbed his eyes trying to hide the fact that it was his biggest give away, he looked at me guilt ridden
"Dan I'm sorry okay...It's just...It's just I really like Summer she's a sweet girl, I just wanted to impress her"
"You are 26 this isn't school any more she takes you how you are or not at all I can't believe you would be so fucking stupid! I don't even want to look at you"
He looked broken but maybe that's what he needed, he turned on his heels and walked slowly in to his room with his head down, the door closed and the picture of the cartoon lion looked at me as if it where judging me, I turned and walked away dropping myself down on the sofa with the weight of the world crashing down on top of me, I looked around the room happy Phil was every where, the delia smith cookbook, the robert pattinson mask and his prize pack of multi coloured sharpie markers.
I chewed the inside of my cheek and sobbed thinking of how we first met,
*Flashback*
they crowded around me and i gripped the strap of my greenday messenger bag tightly, they where a few years older than me these boys and I had been their favourite target since I started high school, their words stang and I struggled to fight back tears
"check out the curtain hair cut!"
"Emo kiiiid!"
"Go cut yourself"
"Faggot"
"I bet he bums his dad!"
They rarely physically hurt me but as far as I was concerened their words where enough for me to go home and drag the blade across my skin, I zoned out trying to defend myself from their words by not listening when a sudden voice shouted
"OIT! Wankers! havent you got anything better to do than pick of little kids?"
I looked around to see who would be willing to save a little kid like me and there he was standing, red doc martins glinted from under his long black shool trousers, his blazer sleeves where rolled up and displaying a greenday sweatband and several multi coloured rubber bracelets, his tie was done up loosely and was no where near his neck, he had a few small button pins on his lapel, his black back pack had several different patches on it from different concerts he may have attended, but his crowning glory was his glossy black hair cut in to edgy layers and framed his beautiful blue eyes.
"Well?"
He shouted again, the other boys turned around and looked at him confused as he continiued to shout at them,
"Jog on then and leave him alone!"
The boys disbanded and walked to the other end of the playground leaving me stood there with this amazing older lad, I looked up at him not sure what to say still gripping my bag for dear life,
"you okay mate?"
His voice was smooth and reassuring, I nodded towards him, he smiled and walked over
"I'm Phil by the way, I'm a mentor so if you ever need any help just give us a shout yeah"
I nodded again he gave me a half hearted wave and walked away, I often saw him around school after that and he always acknowledged me and made me feel special and after a long study session with him I knew I had a friend for life
*end flashback*
I wiped my eyes, the skin below them was starting to become sore, I began to feel as though I had been too hard on him and thought it best I apologise, I slowly made my way towards his door unsure of how to approach him, I knocked gently and waited for a response.
After recieving no response, I quietly pushed the door open and poked my head round to see if he was okay.
He was sleeping soundly curled up under his duvet with his lion, I walked over and lay beside him, moving his hair from over his eyes and just watched as he slept his drama away, after a few moments I began to cuddle closer to him, breathing in his warm, safe scent. His eyes flickered open and focused on me, he looked confused for a second then smiled at me, he gently moved his hand towards my face and began to play with a strand of my hair, softly wrapping it around his long thin fingers, with just one look of those blue eyes and all was forgiven and I was reminded once again of why I was so in love with him in the first place.
I paced up and down the empty, quiet apartement my phone glued to my ear, the shrill ringing sending cold shivers down my spine,
"Hey it's Phil leave a message and I might phone you back"
"Phil this is beyond a joke now! pick up the fucking phone dick!"
I sighed and hung up for what felt like the millionth time, Phil had left this afternoon it was now 5 am and worry was starting to gnaw away at my stomach.
I sat on the sofa pulling my legs to my chest and flicking through the channels again trying to pass the time until Phil came back home, my eyes where now burning as I fought off sleep, as I felt them getting heavier I lost the will to fight and slowly drifted in to a dreamless sleep.
**********************************************************************************
A sudden bang made me wake up, the sun spilled through the curtains making my vison blurry and my eyes burn, I looked around to see Phil stumbling around trying to pull his vans off of his feet and falling in the process, I walked over and stood above him glaring down at the giggling wreck on the floor,
"Oh hi Dan! I didnt see you there!"
"where the fuck have you been?"
"Erm out, Dan listen I've got a brilliant story to tell you!"
"I'm not fucking interested"
I looked around to see his hurt face, he didnt look like Phil, something was different, I stared until it clicked, his normally gorgeous blue eyes where blood shot and there was hardly any colour to be seen as it was engulfed by his large black pupil,
"Drugs!"
"What?"
"That fucking whore has got you in to drugs!"
"Pft no!"
"Phil! for fuck sake I'm not fucking stupid your pupils are fucking enormous!"
He rubbed his eyes trying to hide the fact that it was his biggest give away, he looked at me guilt ridden
"Dan I'm sorry okay...It's just...It's just I really like Summer she's a sweet girl, I just wanted to impress her"
"You are 26 this isn't school any more she takes you how you are or not at all I can't believe you would be so fucking stupid! I don't even want to look at you"
He looked broken but maybe that's what he needed, he turned on his heels and walked slowly in to his room with his head down, the door closed and the picture of the cartoon lion looked at me as if it where judging me, I turned and walked away dropping myself down on the sofa with the weight of the world crashing down on top of me, I looked around the room happy Phil was every where, the delia smith cookbook, the robert pattinson mask and his prize pack of multi coloured sharpie markers.
I chewed the inside of my cheek and sobbed thinking of how we first met,
*Flashback*
they crowded around me and i gripped the strap of my greenday messenger bag tightly, they where a few years older than me these boys and I had been their favourite target since I started high school, their words stang and I struggled to fight back tears
"check out the curtain hair cut!"
"Emo kiiiid!"
"Go cut yourself"
"Faggot"
"I bet he bums his dad!"
They rarely physically hurt me but as far as I was concerened their words where enough for me to go home and drag the blade across my skin, I zoned out trying to defend myself from their words by not listening when a sudden voice shouted
"OIT! Wankers! havent you got anything better to do than pick of little kids?"
I looked around to see who would be willing to save a little kid like me and there he was standing, red doc martins glinted from under his long black shool trousers, his blazer sleeves where rolled up and displaying a greenday sweatband and several multi coloured rubber bracelets, his tie was done up loosely and was no where near his neck, he had a few small button pins on his lapel, his black back pack had several different patches on it from different concerts he may have attended, but his crowning glory was his glossy black hair cut in to edgy layers and framed his beautiful blue eyes.
"Well?"
He shouted again, the other boys turned around and looked at him confused as he continiued to shout at them,
"Jog on then and leave him alone!"
The boys disbanded and walked to the other end of the playground leaving me stood there with this amazing older lad, I looked up at him not sure what to say still gripping my bag for dear life,
"you okay mate?"
His voice was smooth and reassuring, I nodded towards him, he smiled and walked over
"I'm Phil by the way, I'm a mentor so if you ever need any help just give us a shout yeah"
I nodded again he gave me a half hearted wave and walked away, I often saw him around school after that and he always acknowledged me and made me feel special and after a long study session with him I knew I had a friend for life
*end flashback*
I wiped my eyes, the skin below them was starting to become sore, I began to feel as though I had been too hard on him and thought it best I apologise, I slowly made my way towards his door unsure of how to approach him, I knocked gently and waited for a response.
After recieving no response, I quietly pushed the door open and poked my head round to see if he was okay.
He was sleeping soundly curled up under his duvet with his lion, I walked over and lay beside him, moving his hair from over his eyes and just watched as he slept his drama away, after a few moments I began to cuddle closer to him, breathing in his warm, safe scent. His eyes flickered open and focused on me, he looked confused for a second then smiled at me, he gently moved his hand towards my face and began to play with a strand of my hair, softly wrapping it around his long thin fingers, with just one look of those blue eyes and all was forgiven and I was reminded once again of why I was so in love with him in the first place.