used to be friends ? phan ? completed

TRIGGER WARNING! molestation, homophobic slurs

Dans P.O.V

"Well," Phil said. "What do you have to say to me?" I looked down, unable to say anything.

Damnit Dan! You thought about what you we're going to say and now you can't think of anything? Fucking useless!

"So you're not gonna say anything?" Phil asks. I look up and he looks pissed. "You made Carrie tell me you were out just so you could talk to me and you're not even going to say anything?"

"Hey I did not tell Carrie to do that! I had no idea she was going to do that okay? I didn't even know you were home!" I yelled at Phil.

"Oh sure Dan! Whatever you say!" Phil rolled his eyes at me.

"Phil," I said softly. "I'm so so so so sorry about what I said. It was so uncalled for and I didn't mean any of it, okay? I was just so angry and it all just came out, and I-I couldn't control it! They weren't even my words Phil! They.... They were his words..." I trailed off, not looking at Phil anymore, but looking at his feet.

"Not your words- that doesn't even make sense, Dan! They came out of your mouth from your brain! God, you really think that this shitty speech you're calling an 'apology' is going to make me forgive you? I'm never going to forgive you for what you said." Phil said.

His words hurt. A lot. Tears sprung into my eyes and I took a deep breathe. "Have you ever wondered why Carrie lives with us? Like, instead of with her parents?"

"What does that have to do with anything? Stop trying to change th-"

"Her dad's in jail and her mum died in an accident." I said, cutting Phil off. I continued.

"When Carrie and I were younger, I used to go to her house a lot. She was family, and that's what family does, and since we lived in the same city, we saw each other a lot. She would always be a little shaken up when we got to her place, and almost crying when we were leaving. I was young, so I thought it was just because she was going to miss us, but it was much more than that.

"When I was about twelve, I went to Carries house, but she wasn't home because she was at a friends house.

'She'll be home in about half an hour.' My uncle had said. 'Stick around, you and I can have some bonding time!' I agreed.

"It started off talking about sports and shit like that, but I wasn't really into it. He asked me if I had a girlfriend. 'No' I replied quite simply. 'Well, you have a crush on a girl? Come on Danny boy, there's gotta be someone!' He kept prying at me.

'I don't really like girls.' I had told him. 'What do you mean you don't like girls, boy?'

The way he was talking made me feel threatened, like maybe I should run. But it was my uncle, I was safe, right? 'I just don't. I mean, some girls are pretty, but I don't want to hold their hands or anything.' He looked at me with hatred in his eyes. 'What about boys?'

My heart rate quickened and I started to sweat. He sounded mad, and I didn't want to be there anymore. 'Uhm, isn't Carrie suppose to be home now? I asked him. 'Answer my question, Daniel.'