AN: Sorry it's been a while. I actually completely forgot about this story...oops aha...also I'm typing this from a different computer that's not as good, so excuse any format differences from the first chapter if there are any. this is sorta a short chapter, so it's more like chapter 1.5, but I'll still call it 2. anywho, enjoy chapter 2. that rhymed. nice.

Phil hadn't spoken more than a few words to you since you got inside. Now, he finishes leaning over the stove and plops a plate of eggs in front of you. His brows are furrowed together, and it's still alarming you to see him without his usual light smile and sweet laughter.

"Phil?" You ask. His change of attitude since you got out of the car is strange.

"I can't believe this shit happened." His eyes are ablaze as he begins to furiously scrub the few dirty plates in the sink.

"Look," you say curtly, "you don't have to worry about this. It's all behind me now. He's history." Phil's eyes meet yours, and you notice how dull and solemn they seem. He looks down again without acknowledging what you said. "Phil, talk to me," you say, trying to get him to look you in the eyes again.

"That's what you said last time this happened," he mumbles to himself.

"Excuse me?"

He looks up at you, his face still stone-cold. "Don't you remember what happened when I moved out?"

Of course you remember. You could never forget. You could see the tension between Dan and Phil off the camera, but they continued to be buddies in their videos, often having to stage what they were going to say. This tension wasn't the sexual tension all of their fans were hoping for, but more of a I'm-going-to-kill-you-at-any-given-moment kind of tension. They would argue all the time over the smallest things. You saw it as a rough patch in their friendship that they would soon get over because they always got over it. Before long, the anger they had towards each other was even starting to come through in their videos. Their fans could see it, they could see it, you could see it. Phil had gone out for the day, so you were home alone with your boyfriend of a year, Dan. He saw this as an opportunity to get it on with you. You weren't in the mood. He was most definitely in the mood. You said no, he said yes. You got up to walk away, he grabbed your arms. You struggled, he held you down. You tried to scream, he covered your mouth with his hand. You lost your virginity in the sickest way imaginable, he told you not to tell. You held the truth in for nearly a month until the day Phil saw you cutting. He begged you to tell him what was wrong. You started to say that you had a bad day, but then you told him everything. He confronted Dan, Dan shoved him. They yelled. Dan yelled. Dan yelled at you. Dan didn't stop yelling at you and making you feel worthless. Phil moved out. He asked you if you wanted to come along. You told him you would. You said you were done with Dan and that you never wanted to see him again. You didn't go. Why didn't you go? You still loved Dan, even after what he'd done to you. At this point, you told Dan you were depressed. He lightened up quite a bit for a while. You thought he loved you. You thought he'd take care of you. He did for a little while.

"Y/N.,." Phil wipes tears from your cheeks you didn't even know were falling. "I'm so sorry."

"For what?" Your voice quivers. You try not to look in his eyes because you'll let the new waves of tears forming in your eyes come out if you do.

"I'm sorry about what happened. I'm sorry I didn't come help you sooner than tonight." He grabs your hands again and holds them tight. You don't respond to him. "I'll set up the couch for you. Your bag's in the living room if you wanted to change."