disclaimer: i don't own dan or phil, nor do i own any social media references, music references, and whatever else you recognize. i do own my oc, abigail elizabeth woods :)

wow last time i updated this, daniel howell was danisnotonfire whoops :')

Chapter 33: Flashback

January 1st, 2017
Subject: Philip Lester

The metal door opens, and the first thing the police officer sees is a black-haired man.

He looks at his files again, and at the picture in the top right corner of the paper. He looks back up at the man sitting down, and then back down at the paper; he looked so much broken in real life.

"Philip Lester?" the man asks. When prompted by Philip's nod, he smiles as kindly as he could and adds, "I'm Officer Morton. I work with Detective Grants, who I know you called."

"Not me," Philip says right away. "And, um, it's Phil."

Officer Morton nods at Philip — no, Phil — and taps his pen against the table. "Who called?"

"Um…," Phil starts off, and noticing the big bruise on his head, Officer Morton sighs.

"Don't worry, son," he says, "I don't expect you to remember."

Phil almost takes a sigh of relief from across the table. Officer Morton sneaks a glance at him — Phil's face was covered in small bruises, mainly near his forehead, and sported a split lip. His arms were littered in bruises — some fresh, some new — and a small scrape of blood covered his pale arm.

"I will, however, be asking you questions about the night it happened," Officer Hank finally says. "Tell me, Phili— Phil; what do you remember from that night?

December 27th, 2016

"Um, while I love pretending I am in an action movie, I should probably ask if any of you know where we're going?" Dan asks, his jog slowly running thin. "I didn't bring Striker's leash, and I think my arms are going numb."

"We can go to the nearest train station," Abi replies. "My phone's almost dead, but it says that if we keep running straight ahead until the second intersection, we can make a right and then catch a train to your mum's house, Phil. Is that okay?"

"I can call," Phil manages to say, and coughs. Dan blinks, and swears he sees red.

"Should we bring him to a hospital?" Dan whispers, stopping near a streetlamp and putting Striker onto the sidewalk gently. Striker sits near his feet. "I don't want him to get worse, and I am pretty sure the train station would be just as concerned as I am."

"They won't," Abi says, stopping to stare him, dead-eyed, "trust me."

As Dan remains somewhat surprised, Phil looks behind them and says, "Alright, train guys won't care; but what happens after? We can't stay at my mum's forever, and if anything, it won't take too long for Rosa to find us. I don't want my mom to get into this mess too."

"We can go to Brighton," Dan prompts. "PJ has two spare rooms, I think."

"Is getting PJ involved any better?" Abi snaps. Dan glares at her.

"Look Abi, I know this must be very stressful—"

"Damn right it is, considering her name is fucking 'endtheroomie'!"

"—but we can't let that stop us from being rational, or make us turn on one another. If anything, that's probably what Rosa wants."

"So what do we do, Dan?" Abi nearly screams. "She can't be too far behind now. It's almost one in the morning — we've been running for probably an hour to God know's where. We have to figure out something, and f—"

"Can't we call the police?" Phil finally snaps. "If you guys keep arguing, maybe blood will come out of my ears too!"

Abi and Dan exchange looks, and Abi's hand is in her pocket, searching for her phone. When she pulls it out, her eyes fall.

"Fuck," she curses.

"Dead?" Dan asks. When she nods, he stops before saying, "Don't you have mine?"

Abi blinks, going in her other pocket and grabbing Dan's phone. Her fingers fly across the lock screen before it buzzes.

"Incorrect Password."

"Incorrect password?!" Abi exclaims. "Dan, you've had this phone for two years and the password's stayed the same! Why would you cha— oh bloody hell, I don't care; what is it?"

Dan's cheeks go red. "Um, I'll do it."

"Why does it matter?!" Phil almost yells. "Just tell her the bloody password!"

"It's really embarrassing though!" Dan whines back

"It'd be really embarrassing if we died like this too!" Abi retorts, and Dan sighs.

" ' B-hyphen-bug-comma, 2013'," Dan finally says. Abi stares at him briefly, before typing it in and being greeted to Dan's dark home screen.

"B-bug?" Phil echoes as Abi frantically types. "I haven't heard that name in years."

"Well, I don't think it's very important now, but—"

"My my," They freeze and turn around, "you kids just can't get off your phone for a damn second, can you."

Bang!

At the gunshot, Dan scoops Striker once more with his aching arms and makes a sharp turn to the left of them. Abi and Phil follow, running as far as they could before—

"Are you fucking serious," Dan mutters, slowly coming to a stop.

"Dan, what are you doing?!" Abi screams. "Keep runn—"

She is cut off by what she sees too, followed by Phil's hitch of breath. They are backed up against the wall when they hear the sound of a gun reloading.

"Dead end, dearies," Rosa says, and the three found themselves starring at the end of a gun. "Perhaps this'll be dead-centre too."

January 1st, 2017
Subject: Abigail Woods

Officer Morton sighs as he lets Phil shuffle out of the interrogation room — sure, he got a few answers, but nothing he didn't already know.

He didn't blame the guy though — he was still shaken from the event, and he was entitled too. Sure, frustration was inevitable, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

He could only hope with Abigail.

She walks in less tattered than Phil, but then again, she was less of anything than Phil; her eyes were glazed over with an indescribable look, and her voice was void of any emotion.

"Ms. Woods," he greets her. "Please, sit down. Make yourself comfortable."

She does in a single, fluid motion, but still remained silent. Officer Morton shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"Officer Morton," he says, extending a hand over the table. Abigail doesn't take it.

"Right," he says, bringing his hand back and scratching the back of his neck. He looks down at her files, and then back up at her.

He could already see the effect that took place with the two victims; Phil looked completely different than his file deems him to be, but it was all physical. Abigail, however, looked as if the situation had a massive toll on her brain.

He cleared his throat.

"Did you call Detective Grants?" he asks, starting off easily.

"Texted," Abigail answers softly, though a strong accent floats out. "I know him personally, so he was the first person I thought of."

Officer Morton nods, scribbling a few words in a stray notepad beside him. He looks up at Abigail, who seems much more interested in the top left corner of the room.

"Do you think you could tell me what happened that night," Officer Morton finally says. Abigail looks up at him.

"Phil was here," she whispers. "He told you everything, didn't he?"

"You're not Phil," Officer Morton explains gently. "I need you to tell me how you saw it."

He could see a flicker of what seemed like sadness, and she sighs.

There's a gun in her hand.

"Well come on," Rosa says, eye still focused on the gun that was facing them dead-centre. "Is no one going to clap for me? You know, I was never really good at playing tag…"

"Leave us alone, Rosa," Phil manages to say. Dan's eyes widen and Abi just looks down, her hands twitching in her pocket. "The authorities are going to come any minute now."

"Like that'll stop me from getting what I want," Rosa says, rolling her eyes. "Phil, I never understood how you could never lie. You just have this weak...wavering thing to your personality; it screams weak."

"If you say one more word about Phil, or us for that matter, I hope you know that you're getting a one-way ticket to hell," Abi growls.

"Nice one," Dan mutters under his breath, and Abi stares at him with eyes yelling "not now." Rosa looks at her with steely eyes.

"You know, we could've been friends, Abi," Rosa says, the words rolling off her tongue like poison. "You're a cute girl. You could've just went to some other train station, met some other boy."

The gun went up.

"Maybe in the next life, you'll know how to work your way around the rest of your fuck-up's."

"FREEZE!"

Eyes widen.

Bang!

January 1st, 2017
Subject: Daniel Howell

Abi is crying. Or at least, she think she is; because Officer Morton is sliding a pack of tissues across the table as if he knew it would be her.

"I texted Harry before we were in the alley," Abi explains quietly, the sobs slowly stopping. "Harry arrived with the rest of the police squad and tasered Rosa down. She's spending her time in custody for now — trail's in two months."

"Will you be speaking?" Officer Morton asks, scribbling scratch in his notepad. "We can arrange for a lawyer."

"I am still in touch with my lawyer from three years ago," Abi says, and it's not a lie; the guy probably doesn't remember her, considering he got to speak a mere two words at the last trial.

"Alright," Officer Morton says, slipping her file and putting it under the pile. Brown eyes and a smile stare back at him, and he looks up at Abi.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Woods," he says after a few seconds of silence. "If you could send Mr. Howell in, that would be great. It shouldn't take too long."

Abi stares at him, tears slipping again. Officer Morton frowns.

"Ms. Woods?" he prompts again. "Can you hear me?"

"Y-You don't know?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

When Officer Morton says nothing, she breaks down into tears.

...

He has to escort her out and can't help but sniffle too; sure, he was a policeman, but he was sure as hell not heartless.

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