DANS POV

Just got out of the shower. I hate having a shower. I have to look at my battered body. Ugh.

I walked into my bedroom, head down. I turned away and closed the door and started taking my towel off. I turned around and I saw Phil in the corner of my eye.

"What the FUCK!" I said quickly covering myself again. I pressed up against the door. "What the fuck Phil? What the fuck? Why are you in here? What?"

Phil was there not saying anything. His eyes were like lasers. "You're saying what!" Phil murmured quietly.

He very slowly walked towards me. He picked up my arm. My arm has the least bruises because mum knows I wear short sleeves but I don't anymore. He picked up my arm so tenderly it could have been lifted by air. He let it go again slowly and then looked into my arms. I had my towel wrapped around me like a dress, you know what I mean. Phil pulled the towel very gently down and saw the big fresh purple bruises on my chest. "You were saying what the fuck," Phil muttered again. "Who did this to you? Did you do this to you? Just . . . what?"

I looked down. "Mum. Mum did it."

"What? Why?" Phil said.

I didn't want to tell him. It was none of his business! "Just because! Stop asking me questions! Why were you in MY room?"

"This is serious Dan, why?" Phil said, looking deep into my eyes.

I shook his look away. "This is fucking SERIOUS! It's my bedroom! Get OUT!"

Phil looked shocked at my behaviour. I was shocked. "Just get out," I said, quieter this time.

He walked out, but not before squeezing my hand.

I felt a tingle I've never felt before.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry it's sort of short. They will be longer, I promise. I just felt like this was a good place to end to have a taster of it. Chapters are to come! Thanks for reading. Please review!

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