A/N: Hey guys! :D I'm thinking that this is going to be a chaptered fic, woo! This is only the prologue, hence the length. Enjoy!
A stupid, snide comment. An offended, defensive remark. A rebuttal. A shout. A yell. An insult. An accusation. Screaming, yelling, stomping. A pillow flies across the room. More stomping. A slap. A punch. Another swing. More yelling. Tears. Stomping. A door opens, a door closes. Silence.
Dan stood in his flat, staring at the door with tears trailing down his red, blotchy cheeks. His throat seared from yelling. His cheek hurt from a well-aimed slap. His stomach from a punch. His fist from Phil's cheek. His heart from what had just transpired. He looked down at his hands, spotting red crescents imprinted into his palm from his nails digging into his skin. He looked back up at the door, thinking about the hurt look on Phil's face as he'd stormed out, a nice bruise forming on his usually pale cheek. What have I done?
A/N: OOH JUICY. Should I continue this or not? Tell me in the reviews! :D I LOVE YOU!