I'm disappointed in myself for this chapter its really shit and I haven't updated in ages so ;-; sorry people who actually read this story
Everything felt like it happened so quickly. As if time had started to go faster. One moment I was staring up at my brother and my boyfriend screaming at each other. The next Phil was on the floor and Dan's left fist was still clenched. As soon as Phil got punched I screamed and rushed to his side. I gently took his face in my hands and he winced from the pain. It was clear that the punch would leave a bruise right by his eye. He flinched away and I held his face as gently as I could. My hands held it as if I thought it would break. Still kneeling on the floor next to Phil, I took one of his hands and looked up to glare at Dan.
"I always looked up to you Dan." I said, my voice filled with venom. "Thought that you just wanted to protect me. But now you're the one that's hurting me, and your best friend."
He said nothing and just stared down at me. I couldn't tell what he was feeling right now. His face was blank and emotionless. I didn't know if he felt regret for hitting Phil, or if he was proud of himself for doing it. Whether or not he was still angry with us was also unclear.
"Just leave us alone, Dan" I choked.
Hands still balled up into fists of rage he stormed out the apartment slamming the door behind him. The loud noise of the slam echoed through the quiet apartment and then it became silent again. Until I could stand it no longer and started to sob. I felt faint and could feel that I was just about toppling over onto my side until Phil caught me. My head lay on his chest and he hugged me close to him. Stroking my hair and murmuring that everything was going to be ok.
I helped Phil back to his feet before taking him over to the couch. I watched as he tilted his head back and wince in pain. Everything was my fault. I knew that being with Phil would make Dan angry but I let it happen. What would this do to their friendship? To me and Dan's relationship? We had always gotten over arguments with my boyfriend easily but this would be so much worse. It was his best friend and he had just found us having sex on his couch. Everything was falling apart. Phil looked back at me and obviously my eyes were still wet because he did as he always does and dried my face with his fingers.
"What are we going to do now?" I choked.
Phil just looked down. "There's not much we can do until Dan gets back."
After everything that had happened I could barely move I was so tired. Phil just pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. Thankfully I didn't cry again. Phil had seen that too many times since we had been together. He rocked me back and forth and we sat in silence, until I let out a yawn.
"You tired?" I whispered.
"Just a bit." That was obviously a lie. Cassie was exhausted. I could see her eyelids almost closing over completely.
I moved my arms so that they were underneath her and lifted her up. I stood up from the couch and carried her over to my room. I put her down on my bed, and turned away to take off my jeans and swap them for a pair of pyjama trousers. When I turned back she was sat on the edge of my bed and looking down at the floor. I felt like there was nothing I could do to fix things between us and Dan. Everything seemed to be falling apart. I knelt on the floor and stared at her, one hand gently shaking her shoulder.
"Cassie you need to sleep."
She blinked a couple of times before responding. "He's never going to forgive me for this."
I sat next to her and moved her slowly so her head lay on the pillow and I could slide under the covers with her. She looked up at me with tear filled eyes and I stroked her coloured hair out of her face. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead, listening as her breathing became deeper as she slowly fell asleep.
"Everything's going to be ok." I whispered but I had no idea if that was true or not.