I am very sorry for all events written in this chapter, but they are essential to the story.
Phil's P.O.V
I woke up, sliding out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom. I looked up at myself in the mirror. A few days of stress have not done me good. My eyes have bags under them, my hair is a mess, I've got badly kept stubble, and I look absolutely wrecked.
I brushed my teeth, and headed to the kitchen, not really having the energy for a shower.
"Good morning Phil! I made you some breakfast." Pj said when I walked in.
"Thanks. I guess I should eat something, huh?"
"Yeah, you should."
I stared at him, and watched as his expression changed, from parental-Pj to oh-shit-I'm-the-worst-friend-ever-I'm-so-sorry.
"Where's Chris?" I asked, sitting down and trying to ignore Pj's eyes on me.
"Look, Phil, I didn't mean to be so harsh. I'm just worried."
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." I stared at my cereal. It looked so...boring without Dan. Without his usual 'Now I'm gunna have no cereal Phil!' because I ate it...
"He's...getting dressed." Pj said, uncertainly. "We thought we would take you out today."
"Thanks, but I don't really feel like going anywhere." I mumbled, watching as the milk dripped off my spoon, as I picked up and dropped cereal spoonfuls. A memory sprang to mind, of a time when Dan made me laugh so much milk dribbled from my mouth, even more so when I snorted.
"You can't stay home all the time, Phil. You still need to get out of the house."
"Why?! What does it matter?"
"You can't lock yourself away because Dan's not here."
"Because he's been kidnapped? Or because he's missing? Maybe he's just lost huh? That's what we think, but what if he isn't?"
"I...I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"What if he just ran away? We weren't very nice to him, really. What if he didn't want to be here anymore?"
"Phil, you know that's not true. What about his stuff? It's still here."
"Maybe he brought more. May-maybe he decided he didn't like and didn't want to live with me anymore."
"You can't possibly believe that...you don't really believe that, do you?"
"No...I don't even know what to believe anymore, Pj!" I cried, my voice cracking. I broke down, crying for what felt like the millionth time that week.
"He loves you Phil. More than he loves Chris and I, more than I think he has ever loved anyone."
"How do you know? How could you possibly know that?" I sobbed, tears falling faster.
"Oh Phil." Pj sighed, rushing over to me and enveloping me in a big hug, his long, slender arms the only things holding me upright.
"I've seen the way he looks at you, full of admiration and love, like you're' the only person in the world. Or at least his world. "
"But I thought...or those relationships..."
"Never lasted long. Because of you, Phil. It was always because of you. Dan would never run away, so, unfortunately, he's either lost or someone's...taken him."
"Are you sure?"
"Certain."
"Then we need to find him!"
"The police are looking for him, we can't do much more."
"But...we have to! I feel so useless...we should be doing something!" I said, nearing hysterics.
"You can do something; you can get out of this house. C'mon, let's get you dressed."
"Oh my god, Phil! Pj, what happened?" Chris asked, walking into the room.
"It's okay Chris, Phil's gunna get dressed, and then we can go."
He helped me stand up, and led me towards the hallway.
"I'll explain later." I heard him whisper as we passed Chris, but I ignored him.
"Oh, okay."
When we reached my room, Pj went to my closet and pulled out some clothes. He chose my gengar shirt and my normal black skinny jeans. I looked at my shirt; I hadn't worn it in so long, the last time...
"Are you just going to sit there?" He asked.
"Are you just going to stand there and watch me?"
"I've known you for a long time, Phil, just get dressed."
I sighed, taking off my pyjamas and pulled on the familiar shirt and comfortable jeans. Pj was staring out my window.
"Shall we go?" I asked.
Dan's P.O.V
When I woke up, it didn't take me long to realise I wasn't alone. I kept my eyes closed, figuring it would be safer for me if I pretended to be asleep. Though what level of safe I wasn't sure anymore. The loudly hushed whispers alerted me to my kidnappers and torture's presence.
"Why is he even here?"
"Dunno. The boss wants to keep him, he has 'plans' for him, apparently."
"Oh, I see." The speaker chuckled deeply.
"What are we to do then?"
"Weaken him. Break him down, until he doesn't even have the energy to whisper. He'll wish for death to come." They both laughed, and I accidentally flinched at the images rushing through my mind, the voices getting closer and closer.
"Did you see that? I think he's awake."
"Hope so. It's more fun when they're aware of pain and scream."
"Time for some fun, little boy."
I whimpered, struggling against my tight bounds.
Oh how I wish to escape this hell.
Hey guys, so it's been a while, huh?
My god, I am so sorry, I have so much to tell you, so here goes.
Firstly, I don't exactly have internet, (it's not working) so I have less opportunities to update.
Things have kind of been tough recently so I haven't had much inspiration to write.
However I have felt really bad for not updating, so I will try my best to update when I can. Because I have a lot of ongoing multifics (5+ in fact) I will attempt to have chapters written and uploaded at least once a month. I will not be making any promises though, because I don't want to let you guys down. I have two new multifics starting, so I hope you like them too. I'm also writing songfics and one shots, and have lots of multifics planned.
I hope to make this year a great year writing, and I would love for you to enjoy it with me.
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