A/N Yeah I'm updating for littarly the three people that read this.

Dan's POV
  Phil was out tonight with Gary. Gary was a little weird, but honestly Phil and him were adorable. Donny was coming over to pick me up for an apology date. He called me saying he felt terrible. I believed him and told him to pay for dinner, and the next five dates.
  I heard a knock on the door. I got up and cautiously went to the door. I opened it to find Donny. He looked like a wreck. Maybe he was sorry?
"Hey Dan," he slurred.
He's drunk?
"Umm Donny how much alcohol did you drink?" I asked.
He stepped inside and his eyes had the same anger as before. He slapped me. I winced as his hand connected with my face. He laughed.
   I got up and punched him. He looked at me in shock. I felt proud of myself for a second, proving he can't mess with me, but it only made it worse.
"What did you just do?!" He shouted while pushing me against the wall. His breath stunk badly. I stuttered. What did I just do?
"I-I stood up for my-myself."
I felt a kick in my abdomen and a sting on my eye. He had his fist up as I held my eye, doubled over in pain. Then he began to kick me. Anytime he could kick me he did.
  Eventually he left, slamming our door. I was on the floor ready to cry. Am I really that weak? I stood up after minutes of lying on the floor and dusted myself off. I felt broken. Everything hurt. My ribs, stomach, legs, arms, my heart all stung badly. I went back to the bathroom to see just how bad the damage was.

It was bad.

I looked like I went to World War 3 and got beaten up by every army man there. (A/N idk how else to describe it. ) I started to clean up my wounds that needed to be clean. My mind was racing like crazy.
How do I fix this?

Should I tell Phil?