Dan's POV
I didn't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up to my phone going off and Phil sleeping on my chest, snuggled into me like his life depends on it.

I hated seeing him so sad and then the entire breakdown of earlier. Phil finally opened up about his past. I didn't know who Uncle Peter was until Phil said his name for the first time which was then.
I rubbed his forehead as I grabbed my phone. It was just just Twitter once again but this time it was different. It was a picture of Phil when he had the nightmare that chased him into the streets. There was a figure in front of him, holding him in the air by his shirt. The figure was a larger and buffer build than Phil and I, and he had a bald spot in the middle of his head.

Phil's eyes showed the terror.

Who the hell took this photo and why didn't they get and stop this?
#helpPhilLester was trending all over social media. I was flooded with questions.
Did you know?
Who is that man?
Are you going to fix this?
How's Phil doing?

My breath caught as I read these.

What do I say to them? I don't think Phil is anywhere close to being ready to share this with the internet yet. I looked at him as he slept on my chest. He didn't look peaceful, but he looked relaxed. This was the calmest I have seen him since the start of this whole ordeal.

I fondled with his hair as I thought over everything.

Why didn't I figure this out sooner? Why didn't I try to figure this out? I knew Phil wasn't ok, but no. No. There is nothing I could've done. Phil wouldn't have told me. No one would've.

I felt frustrated. Tossing the phone aside, I focused on him. Him alone. Those people have no idea. They don't understand Phil like I do. Then again I barely understood him. I understood enough of him, but I didn't know the darkest demons he was fighting. 

Phil stirred slightly. His eyelids fluttered. I wonder how long his sleep will last this time considering he never sleeps more than a few short hours in November. I stared at him and watched his unpeaceful sleep. I know there isn't much I can do besides make him feel loved and safe. I need to remind him I will always be there for him, even though the demons in his head convince him otherwise. I know those demons. Phil has seen mine unravel before his eyes, and I  just  never knew his. He kept it so guarded and locked down...and that's just proof of how bad it is. For him to not share this with a single soul until he couldn't hide it anymore, that speaks volumes. I kept only one demon like that before, and it nearly cost me my life. I never shared it until the emotions became too much to handle and I broke down in front of the one person who ever really cared about me...Phil held me while I sobbed and he didn't let go of me for days. He was there for me, and letting that feeling, that memory out was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I know that this isn't just some farce, and I cant help but wonder who he told that didn't believe him. He kept saying no one would believe him, and whoever said that to him is the one person I hate the most in the world, besides this Uncle Peter. 

I don't know all that happened to Phil, and I know that this isn't going to be easy to handle. One thing is for sure, Phil cant even start to find peace until this man disappears, and when he does i want to be the one that holds him through all the pain and the tears. I will hold him after therapy appointments, and during the nights he cant sleep just as he held me through all of mine. 

"I got you now, and no one will ever rip you away from me as long as I live," I whispered to Phil, brushing the hair out of his face. 

I felt my eyelids start to droop as I hummed quietly. I hummed myself to sleep as Phil buried himself deeper in my chest, and I felt all my troubles melt away, and just for tonight I was ok with letting that happen.