Phil's POV
Dan was hugging me, and I was still shaking.

I felt pathetic and weak.

This man was still haunting me years later.

I pushed him away and ran up to my room and locked the door. I paced for a good few minutes.

"Peter please!" I screamed. He grabbed my throat in his hands.
"You ungrateful-"
I couldn't hear the rest. My vision went blurry and eventually black.
I woke up on my bed the next morning with an ice Pack on my throat.

I shivered and I ran into my closet and sat by the wall. All of my clothes were surrounding me as I tried to fight these memories.

Why me.

Dan knocked on the door.
"Phil?!" Dan called helplessly.

"Phil!" Uncle Peter called.
I opened my bedroom door to see him drunk again.
"You tried to tell!" He said pushing me into the wall.
His fist connected with my eye.
"Nooooo!" I sobbed.
"You will learn!" He screamed.

"Nooooo!" I sobbed. Dan pushed open the door and wrapped me up in his arms.
"Dan it's Uncle Peter... he's back. Dan please don't make me go back anymore!" I cried into his shirt.
Dan rubbed my back in a calming way.
"Phil you never need to go back. It's ok." Dan said. He pulled me into his lap and I sobbed into his chest.

Does he even believe me?

"Phil, was Uncle Peter the man we saw the other day?" Dan asked.
I nodded into his chest as I trembled.

I don't want to cry every night in November.

"Phil you never need to go back. Ok? I'll protect you. " Dan said as he lifted my chin up to where I could look into his eyes. They had tears in them and his smile was not there.
"Dan, I'm scared. No one-"
"Phil I believe you. I know a million more who will as well. Don't  worry about that." Dan pulled me back in for a hug.

I got lost in the comfort of him being there. I never felt so relieved in my life to share those feelings.

"Thank you Dan." I looked up at him.
"Always. Come on let's go watch your favorite movies and ignore the world." Dan smiled and helped me stand up.
"Ok..." I said.

Dan dragged me out to the living room and put in my favorite movie and started microwaving popcorn as the film started.

The buttery air reminded me of the times when it was easy to not remember those days.

It was a feeling of security and comfort I never felt before.

Dan came back with the popcorn and I snuggled into his chest as I watched the movie I loved.

I looked up at Dan who fell asleep. I know he was up all night dealing with me.

I still feel bad about not telling him sooner. Of course he'd believe me. It's Dan. Then again my own mother didn't listen to me years ago.

I didn't want to think anymore. My mind kept going back to those days.  I let my eyes close as I focused my thoughts and attention on the movie.

I let sleep take over and wash away the tears from today...