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Beware: this chapter is a bit harsh.
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Chapter 11!
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Chris' POV
Dan looked horrified at his phone. I really wonder what he's looking at.. "Dan? What's wrong?" PJ asked. Chris stroke PJ's leg comfortingly. "N-nothing," Dan visibly swallowed. He looks so nervous.. PJ tried to get a look of the screen of Dan's phone. Dan moved his phone out of sight. "Let us see," Chris said, he tried to snatch the phone out of Dan's grip. "No!" Dan shouted nervously. Chris was succeeding at getting the phone out of Dan's hand. He gave one last pull and the phone slipped through Dan's fingers. "Aha!" Chris said triumphantly while holding the phone above his head. He swiped to unlock the screen and the text appeared. As soon as he saw the picture he regretting snatching the phone. The picture showed Phil, chained to a wall in a dark room, his shirt was missing and his body was beaten and bruised. Chris gasped while slamming a hand for his mouth. His eyes big and full of shock. A "What the fuck?" escaped his lips. PJ looked extremely worried. "What?" he asked," What is it?" Chris walked away from PJ. He may never see this. Chris studied the photo closer. Phil seemed unconscious, one black eye and a bleeding lip. Christ.. I can't even describe how I feel right now.. Chris felt angry and sick to his stomach. The message under the photo said: 'Like what you see, Dan? This is all your fault!' "Chris..?" PJ asked. He felt scared. Chris looked up towards his friends. He walked back to them, handing the phone to Dan. "Never show this to PJ," he whispered in Dan's ear. Dan nodded and put his phone in his pocket. Chris hugged PJ close, stroking the mop of brown hair. "At least we know for sure.. Dan's father is the kidnapper.." he said softly. PJ's breathing began to quicken. Chris slowly rocked him. "We're gonna save him, Peej, trust we.. We're gonna save him." PJ broke out crying.
Phil's POV
Phil regained conscious his body aching in pain. He held his eyes closed. What's happening..? He slowly opened his eyes. The room was dark, a single light bulb trying to light the room. Phil shook his arms. The chains, which were trapping him against the wall, rattled. Phil groaned, suddenly he remembered everything; the kidnapping, finding himself in a dark room, the same he was in now, and the beating up followed by darkness. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt so scared, so alone. He felt so much pain. The sound of a heavy door opening sounded. Phil stopped crying out of shock. "Hello there, beautiful," a low voice said. Phil shivered. "Has anyone told you how handsome you are?" Phil let out a involuntary whimper when the man touched his bruised cheek. He stroke down his neck and over his chest. No, nobody ever did.. and they certainly won't with all these bruises.. "Now be a good boy and tell me about my beloved son," the man said, oddly sweet. Phil noticed the disgust lining the words 'beloved son'. I don't understand.. What is wrong with this man? Aren't dad's supposed to, love their sons?! The man's hands traveled down his sides. "Is he sweet to you? What does he mean to you?" Phil tried to kick the man. "He is wonderful!" Phil scouted, anger towards the crazy man," He's a really sweet boy. He's always there when you need him or to cheer you up. He's kind and loyal. He's not a monster, like you!" he spat some blood on the man's shirt. "Tsk, tsk," the man said, shaking his head in fake disappointment, a grin on his lips. "You're in love with him.. Aren't you?" Phil's eyes widened at the question. "Oh oh oh," the man laughed," You are.. Interesting. I could use that." He let his fingers trace along Phil's lips. Phil tried to move his head away. "But that means.. he never told you.." Phil's expression changed to surprised. "Told me what?" The man chuckled. "what I did to him, all those years ago.."
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