dan

i watch silently as rebecca settles herself onto phil's cluttered desk, his face falling in slight irritation, but as soon as he notices me looking, his demeanour changes, his hand raising up and resting on her exposed thigh and i look away from the gesture, pressing on a random playlist on my phone and pushing the earbuds in both my ears.

i get off the couch without saying anything to either of them, and grab my bag, the single strap hanging loosely from my shoulder. it is when i reach the door of the office when i hear rebecca's nasally voice ring over the music, and i turn my head to look at her, removing one of the buds from my ear.

"what?"

"i asked where you were going? i thought you had practice with phil?" rebecca frowns in confusion and i sigh, slipping one of my hands in the pocket of my jeans.

"i'm not going anywhere i'm just outside," i shrugged, knowing that their aimless flirting will do nothing but annoy me so it's better if i go outside and sit with roslyn for a while, she has been my escape for the past week whenever rebecca spent an unnecessary amount of time with phil in his office.

"but why are you going? it's okay you can sit here," she says, as if she wants me to watch whatever is happening between them and i roll my eyes, my gaze flickering to phil's for a mere second before i speak.

"i just thought i'd give you guys some privacy," i shrug with a pathetic smile on my face, and she just furrows her eyebrows, my eyes meeting phil's once again as he breathes out a sigh, and i walk out, closing the door shut behind me.

"what has happened to dan? he is not as..happy and active as i was used to seeing him in practice," i hear rebecca mumble in a soft voice, and i can almost imagine her bottom lip sticking out in confusion.

"is he not doing well, like singing wise? because i will need to lecture him if he isn't. he can't sulk around at the workplac—"

"phil! what the hell is wrong with you? i'm just saying he looks sad, you can't lecture someone for being sad,"

"but he can't just sulk around here! fucking hell this boy gets on my nerves—"

i don't stay to listen to the rest of the conversation and begin walking down the dark hallway in hopes of finding roslyn, but it doesn't matter because a minute later rebecca is storming up to me, the sharp click of her heel making me stop to turn around and look at her.

"dan," her voice is rushed as she looks over her shoulder to see if phil is coming. "whatever he says, don't mind it okay?" she says, her words almost jumbled together as she leans forward and presses a quick kiss against my cheek, making a soft blush of embarrassment and a little discomfort rise to my cheeks as she walks past quickly and i'm left scratching my head, confused as to what the hell just happened.

my confusion is answered once i hear phil's voice, loud and angry, and i keep walking anyway just because i don't want to deal with him right now. he is one of the biggest assholes i've ever met and i—

i can't even complete my thoughts before there are loud footsteps behind me, and phil grabs my arm harshly, pushing my back against the nearest wall, and i can do nothing but glare at him as his fingers hold my body in place, fingertips digging harshly into my arms.

"phil what the hell—"

"what the fuck do you think you're doing? sulking around in front of rebecca and all the staff, what are you trying to prove?" his breath is hot and angry on my face and i just furrow my eyebrows at his harsh tone, trying to squirm but failing pathetically.

"i'm not trying to do anything, let me go,"

"look whatever happened, as i have told you before, was completely consensual and if you didn't want to do it you could—"

"i don't want to listen to that again phil!" i yell at him, pushing my shoulders out so i can shake off his grip but i have the worst luck as his nails pierce into the skin, making me flinch just slightly.

"you have to listen to me if you're going to act like a fucking sop around everyone and try to make me look like the bad guy," he spits, his face getting closer with each syllable, and i look away in frustration, trying to get him off.

"you're hurting me phil," i choke slightly on the words and his fingers leave my skin hurriedly, his eyes running over the small crescent bruises that his grip left behind and his eyes widen before he lick his lips.

"what have you done?" i look at the indents, running my fingers over them and phil just stares at me with a mock apology written on his face.

"i'm sorry," he sighs. "i just got really mad when—"

"i don't want to hear it," i mutter, pushing past him and walking off, but it's not a second later when he grips my wrist to stop me.

"dan i—"

"if you touch me once again, i swear to god i will slap you,"

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