*Phil's POV*
Obviously, nothing is going to get Dan out of that room. I've tried just about everything and nothing is even remotely working. My flowers I bought him are now starting to wilt and die. The Maltesers are still sitting right outside his bedroom door, untouched, even though he's seen them when he went to the loo. We've gotten past the part of slamming doors and uncontrollable yelling through doors which is a step closer to being back to normal.
I was sitting on the couch in the livingroom, scrolling through my dashboard on Tumblr when there was a knock on the door. I sighed, and got up to answer it. I wasn't expecting anyone because Chris and Pj had gone on a weekend getaway thing and they weren't supposed to be back for another few days.
Pausing at the door, I look down and see that I'm still in my pajamas and my hair opt to be a mess. I need to take a shower as well. Not really caring about how I look to the person on the other side of the door, I shrug and open the door wide. With my contacts out, I was relying on my glasses to see.
I made a face because I didn't see anyone standing there. Suddenly, someone jumped in front of me and pushed my glasses off. Everything went blurry and I just saw the outline of someone in front of me. The person was a few inches taller than me and had a fit body.
"Hey! Who are you and why'd you do that?" I ask trying to find my glasses which I assumed had dropped to the floor. I dropped to my knees and started searching around the person's feet.
"Whoa, on your knees already Philly?" The person said.
I froze. I knew that voice. I look up and squint, trying to focus my eyes. He took this moment to kick me in the ribs which sent me flying in the apartment, gasping for air. I think I screamed but I couldn't tell. My ribs felt like they were on fire. He came in, closing the door.
*Dan's POV*
I froze when I heard Phil's scream. What if it was another attempt to get me to come out of my room? I pressed my ear to the door and began listening to the muffled sounds coming from down the hallway.
The door slammed shut and someone was talking that was obviously not Phil. His voice was too deep.
I was finally starting to be able to make out what the voice was saying as the person got closer to my bedroom door.
"Dannnnnn, come out and play!" Fuck, it can't be. How the hell did he find me?
I quickly check around the room for any kind of weapon or my cell phone. After glancing about the room, I finally spot my cell next to my bed. I quickly dive for it, just as Ray begins opening and closing doors in the hallway.
I had just finished typing the last number of the emergency phone number when Ray popped his head into my own room.