❌✖️Chapter 8✖️❌

                                    

                                          
The nice old lady that Dan has grown to trust and love was helping him look like he was okay because Aria was visiting him for the first time and he didn't want her to see him in pain. "I'm so excited to meet your little sister! Are you okay?" She said and He smiled widely. 
                          
"Can I put it this way? She was my only thought when I felt like giving up."  There was a knock on the door and Elizibeth helped Dan sit up and then opened the door. As soon as he saw Aria Dan started bawling and her foster mom helped her on the bed and she hugged him crying into his shoulder.
                          
"Why did you leave me like that?" She cried, gripping his shoulder, making him wince. Elizibeth gave me a sad look and started talking to Aria's foster mom. 
                          
"I didn't leave you sweetheart, I had to. I didn't want to." I cried harder and I kissed her forehead and pulled her into my chest.
                          
I woke up with a weight on my chest. I held my breath for a second and opened my eyes. I let myself breathe when I looked into Lucky's big brown eyes. And she freaked out and held down my shoulders and licked my face and looked at me.
                          
"Get up Hun, I need to got to school." I said and she tilted her head and wined. "I know babe." I mumbled and put my hand on her head. She got off the bed and I got up and felt really dizzy. I sat back down before I fell and rubbed my head a little. I got up again and walked to the bathroom to shower. 
                          
Phil. He knows it's me. He regrets talking to me. He's going to hurt me. I dreaded getting out of the shower, but every second hurt more. I washed my body and got out quickly and looked in the mirror. I had a large dark blue bruise on my cheek and fingerprints on my neck. There was also a dark bruise over my ribs and I could tell that it was broken... Again. I put on a large black My Chemical Romance long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans. I decided against putting myself through the pain to straighten my hair and left my room. I opened up Aria's door and she looked at me sadly. 
                          
"Come on sweetheart, we don't want to be late for school." I grabbed her hand and we walked out to the car. I buckled her in and drove to her school. " I love you sweetheart. Be nice to everyone. I'll pick you up for lunch, you can bring Garrett too if you want." I mumbled and hugged her before driving to my school. I walked through the door and felt more like bait then ever before. I went to my locker and opened it to find one piece of paper. Hey Dan... Please message me when you can or Skype me or you could just find me. I need to ask you something. -Phil Lester.  I stuck the paper in my sweatshirt pocket and grabbed my things before shutting the door. I looked behind me and saw PJ walking and he smirked at me and started walking my way. I was roughly pushed against the lockers and felt one of the cuts on my back open. 
                          
"Oh Daniel, Where were you yesterday? I wasn't having a good day and I had no one to take it out on." He whispered close to my ear and then punched me hard in the stomach. It collided with the rib that was surely broken from yesterday. I yelped quietly and felt a tear run down my face. "Oh and your curly hair makes you look like more of a faggot." I fell to the ground when he let go of my shirt collar and he kicked me a few times before walking away. My rib hurt so much and I curled myself up into a ball and tried to distract myself from the pain and yelped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. 
                          
"Dan?" Phil said in a soft voice and I felt my stomach flip. "Are you okay?" I nodded my head and he sighed. I loosened up my stomach and tried to get up. I can't be late! They will kill me this time. "Can I help you up?" I nodded and he reached out his hand. I hesitated but grabbed it. His hands were so soft and I didn't want to let go. He pulled me up and when I was on my feet, I clutched my rib and leaned against the locker. "Can I see?" Before I could react, he started lifting my sweatshirt and I was in to much pain to push him away and I heard him gasp. "You need to go to the doctors!" He whisper yelled and I shook my head.