Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own Dan or Phil. I also don't own any other YouTubers you may see in this story (such as KickThePj [PJ Liguori],crabstickz (Chris Kendall) sparkleofglitter [Louise Pentland], etc.), any real life references you may see, social media (Primarily YouTube, but also Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, etc.), music/song references, as well as artists/bands (such as Muse, MCR, etc.), and whatever you recognize. I am not creative enough to own that stuff :P I do own my OC, Abigail Elizabeth Woods, who I think is creative...?

Italics: Flashbacks/Thoughts/Dramatic stuff I guess

Chapter 13: Thanks for the Memories

"There were two people." Abi says, fiddling with Phil's hands that rested on the bed. "Their names were Elizabeth Thompson and Benjamin Woods. They fell in love in college, I think, and they were inseparable. It was no surprise to their friends when they tied the knot in 1990, and they got married in a small church up north. Benjamin was proud to say that Elizabeth Thompson was now Elizabeth Woods."

...

She remembers the stories her mom told about their perfect wedding. Her mom showed her pictures of her ivory dress, and the thin veil that laid over her brown hair. She also told her that her father looked amazing. He had a white tuxedo, and his teeth matched his suit. They were happy, she had told her. They were so happy.

...

"In the month of May, 1991, my mother found out that she was pregnant. And, as my dad very much liked to say to me, it was a complete accident. They went to some crappy hotel after getting wasted, and had some unprotected sex. And I assume you know how a baby is born, and that's how I turned into a fetus."

Phil didn't want to, but he laughs anyway, thinking it would make Abi feel a bit lighthearted.

Of course, Abi said nothing, and Phil just awkwardly lowered his laugh to a cough.

...

Her mom said she was a beautiful child. A brown fluff of hair, and hazel eyes. She said that, even if it was "painful as hell", that she loved the feeling of holding her in her arms, and this made Abi very happy. She was wrapped in a pink blanket, and her mom had chosen the name "Abigail" because it had meant "the Father's joy", and she had told her that she would mean a lot, bring joy and happiness to everyone who touched her.

...

"Little did she know, she was very wrong."

Phil felt Abi tremble, and he squeezed her hand tightly.

"You don't have to tell me anything else. No one is forcing you to."

Abi sniffles a bit, using her free hand to wipe away tears.

"You need to know. You need to know because it's getting too much to hold it all in. If you want me to stop, go ahead and tell me, but I think this is right. This is right, right? I mean, you're okay with me telling you all this -"

Abi is shaking now, and Phil strokes her arm gently.

"Calm down, Abi." Phil reassures. "Of course I want to know. I just want you to know that it's aright to take a break and stop. I don't want you to get hurt just thinking about it, alright? The last thing I want is for you to start crying again."

Abi smiles through her tears.

"Because I look ugly when I cry?"

"Well, you feel ugly when you cry, and that just makes it hard for me to look at you without crying either."

Abi grins a bit, and then continues her story.

"During the ten years of me being alive, my dad began to get angry towards my mom. I don't remember much, to be honest, but I would remember my mom walking into my room in tears and bruises, rubbing my forehead and telling me it would be okay, even if I didn't know a thing that was happening."

...

She didn't like when they yelled, and she had told her mom that whenever she'd come into her room, with walls peeling off slightly. Her mom had to explain to her that it was completely normal for parents to argue sometimes. Although Abi didn't really understand, her mom always liked to tell her things would be alright.

"Remember what I said, Abigail?" she told her in a sweet voice. "You will bring joy to all you touched."

The last part was muttered a bit quieter, "And trust me when I say that some need that joy right now."

...

Abi laid silently after that part, staring at the ceiling, not making eye contact with Phil. He nervously played with her hands, which was still holding his in a tight grasp. He felt as if he was being watched, but ignores it as Abi takes a breath, and says the next part.

"It was in 2002 when it happened. Late at night, I was awoken by screaming. They were swearing so loudly, and I tried my best to ignore like I always had, but I felt like I had to go downstairs to see what they were doing."

She sobs a bit, and Phil rubs her shoulder, whispering, "It's okay, Abi; I'll be here to take care of you."

"My dad had yelled loudly, telling her that it was a mistake. That their relationship was doomed from the beginning. That I should've never happened at all."

"Abi -"

"Phil, I'm the one telling the story here, 'right?" she snaps, and Phil nods quietly. Abi felt like she didn't need to apologize, since Phil looked at her in an understanding way.

"And it was when he threw a punch to my mom's stomach and said some...things that I don't really need to repeat. That was when my mom grabbed her jacket and her lucky white hat and stormed out the door. My dad pleaded for her to come back, saying sorry."

Abi sucks a breath. "That was when I heard tires and metal, slamming into my mom's side and crushing her bones."

Phil stays silent. He's shocked, but he won't say anything. Not yet, at least.

"I remember my dad's eyes widening as he slipped on black gloves and took something long and slick out of the drawer he'd never let me touch. I didn't understand what it was until I watched him go out the door. I heard a click, and I heard a large 'bang!'."

Abi cries a little.

"When he came back inside, slamming the door with the blood on my mom's white beret...that's when I knew someone was dead."

...

The funeral was the most depressing thing ever. Her dad was crying, and so were so many family members. Abi remembers the black satin dress she wore - a dress that was supposed to be for a school play - and she watched as she heard her dad speak a eulogy in her honor.

"I loved Elizabeth." he said through tears. "So much."

That was the first lie that Abi ever heard her dad say.

...

"Things just went downhill from there. I grew up; thirteen he gave me this necklace, and seventeen - the same year I started watching your videos and looking for places to move to - he got more drunk and abusive. I grew up with scars, and people at school would ask me where they came from. Eventually, things got worse."

...

"We're moving out," her dad had told her frantically, packing things into bags as Abi stood at the door, dumbfounded.

"Us?" she squeaked. "Moving?"

"Yes, you airhead, we're moving." he muttered soon after, "How fucked up are you?"

"Why, if I may ask?"

"Because they're coming!" Her dad screamed at her. "They're going to take everything away from me - from us! I've sold the house, we'll move, and I'll get you a fucking pony if you want to. Makes you feel better? Good. Get your ass up and start packing. Don't take too much; you can leave whatever you want. The people won't mind."

"Oh yeah," Abi snapped at her. "The new people will enjoy my happiness lingering in this place, since I will be so far away from it."

...

"But that was two months before they got him. The police found the evidence that could send my dad to prison."

Abi heaves a breath. "It did."

"I used the money from the crappy house to pay for a lawyer, even if I knew what happened. My dad had abused my mom, and he had shot the guy who ended up smashing his car into her. He was being charged for abuse and murder, and the only thing I could do was watch as he didn't even use the lawyer I paid half our money for. He pleaded guilty, and, after denying the right to ever see me unless I got hit by 'a goddamn car', I never saw what happened beyond those bars."

...

"Abigail Woods?" someone asked me over the phone. "It's your father. He wishes to speak to you."

Abi sat on the bench, nothing in her hands but a phone and some money.

"What does he want? He knows what the agreements were..."

"He wants to say some final words. This may be his last day of communication."

Abi thought about it for a while, and, tears mixed with the rain, she said one simple word.

"Denied."

...

"Since we spent almost all we had on the lawyer and getting my dad a fair shot in court - which he didn't use - I was left with a couple of bucks. I sold all my belongings - aside from the necklace - since it was the only thing I could do to get money. It was true that I worked in Tesco for a few months, had a crappy job, quit, and then flew to London. I thought I could start a new life."

Abi sighs. "Of course, I was, like, twenty, and I didn't have too many plans. Which is how I ended up on the run for a few months, with no clothes other than the ones I started with, a few bucks for food and drinks, but not enough for my own flat."

Abi finally looks at Phil.

"And that's my story. The rest's history."

Silence fills the room, and Phil watches as Abi breaks down in tears. He reaches to touch her, but she flinches, the memories too strong for her.

"A-Abi, I love you."

Abi looks up at Phil, and wipes away tears from her face.

"You do? Even after all of that?"

Phil kisses Abi's forehead.

"I will always love you."

Abi smiles a bit, squeezing his hand before they both heard a cough from the door. Their eyes travel to see a tear-struck Dan, who was looking directly at Abi. She groans, her head hitting the pillow, and Phil sheepishly stands up and goes to Dan. Abi already knew what he was doing.

The two boys exit the room momentarily. Phil pulls Dan aside.

"Please don't break her." Phil whispers in Dan's ears, kissing his cheek too, and Dan just blushes.

"Why'd you kiss my cheek?" Dan asks quietly. "You never did that since 2009."

"Because then and now, it doesn't matter anymore." Phil says with a small smile. "I love you nonetheless, and I think you needed it."

He pauses, and then adds feebly, "Was it wrong? I mean, I know 'Phan' is not a thing and all, and I don't love you - romantically, that is - but it wasn't weird, right?"

"I missed that." Dan interrupts him. "Those platonic kisses. They remind me of how simple life was."

"Well, try and not screw up your opportunity, Dan." Phil says, and they both look at the door.

"...I love you, Phil." Dan then adds, "Platonically, I mean."

"Love you too, Bear." Phil says, ruffling the younger boy's hair.

"Now go and get her, while I go and get some Starbucks."

Dan grins, and then Phil goes the other direction. Dan takes a breath, and opens the door.

The first thing he sees is Abi's hazel eyes, teary and wet, but waiting in anticipation.

He silently walks to the side of her bed, pulls up a chair, and picks up the Winnie the Pooh book. He places it on her chest.

"I believe this is yours."

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