Chapter 8:

Phils POV:

I was shaking so hard around Dan's fingers, and screaming so hard it made my throat hoarse for him to stop.

After a few more moments of my agony Dan suddenly pulled out of me. I turned over with a grunt and a wince to look up at him. He looks confused again but this time he seems to fight through the haze.

As he gazes and gazes at me his eyes get clearer and clearer , until it appears he had completely escaped whatever thrall he had been in to come in here and take it out on me so.

I watch his face carefully, I see a tear stream down Dan's face- It was then that I realized something must be terribly, terribly wrong with him.

Dan never, ever cries.

Not when shattered his wrist falling down the stairs, or when he dropped weights at the gym on his toe that were so heavy that his toenail shattered into fragments. So why now?

Was it because he knew he had hurt me?

Or did this have to do with the darkness in his eyes that seemed fathomless?

But all I could do was slowly sit up, awkwardly manage to pull the ties around my wrists from the bed post and hug Dan as close to me as I possibly can. Because I just knew that whatever hell Dan had been going through right then, it was a million times worse than what He had just put me through.

As I hold him his silent tears turn into sobs that wrack his body until he is so exhausted that he looks up at me with some unfathomable emotion in his eyes and curls up with is head resting against my bear chest.