Take me away(Dan Howell X reader) Trigger warning

Melody Jobs a smart girl and an overachiver with a low self esteem she moves in with her Best friends Dan and Phil while there she develops a crush on Dan but Dan has a girlfriend her name is Brittany McKee her arch enemy.Brittney eventually leads Melody to a suicide attempt and anorexia but will Dan save her?


11. Broken

*A month later*
Melody's POV:
I could leave this shit hole, hopefully for good. I couldn't wait to see Dan; he hasn't been to the hospital at all except for when I woke up. Maybe there's a reason for him not coming here. I mean, he looked like he was mad about something when he left, but he surely got over it.


Well, even if he hadn't, we could talk about it.

Phil and I were almost at the flat and he looked scared as shit. I wonder why. I didn't stress on it too much, I was gonna see Dan again, after all! We reached the flat and I looked around and saw nothing, no trace of Dan. He had to be here! I ran to his room and I saw a picture of Phil and him lying on the floor across the room. It was shattered, and glass was everywhere."Phil where's Dan?" I asked, slowly tearing up. Phil gulped and said, "He left." I broke down and started crying. Why would he leave?!

I told Phil that I needed some air, so I went on a walk. It was dark out. Had I spent that long just crying? I walked and I heard soft footprints; quiet like a deer's but filled with volition and carrying ammunition of the selfish kind. I turned around and saw a man with a smirk on his face, and a chain in his hands. He lunged at me and held me down like a crashing wave. He wrapped the chain around my neck and he pulled me into a dark alley and pinned me to the ground, laying on top of me forcefully. My back and neck thrashing, the chill on my ribs as he threw the shirt over my head, his hands forcing their way underneath. He wrapped the chains around my wrists clicking them into place on a metal pipe attached to the wall so I couldn't escape. He undid my pants and ripped them off of me, burying his head in my neck and kissing me viciously, moving down my jawline and to my chest. His hands squeezed my chest and he bit my neck softly. It felt like drowning! I tried to scream, but I couldn't find my breath. It seemed to go on forever. My breathes came out in labored pants as I struggled, but he was too strong. Finally, he stopped for a moment, leaning over my broken form. I thought it was over, and then I realized the pain had only begun. He pinned me against the wall pressing into me, and I blacked out.

*Time Skip*
I woke up in what looked like an abandoned barn. I was in only my undergarments, and dripping with sweat. My neck and stomach were covered in hickeys. Heavy silver chains kept me chained to the wall by my wrists and ankles, straining on my body, and a piece of ductape was over my mouth to muffle my hopeless screams and my begging for mercy. The man was standing in front of me, his piercing gray eyes scanning me hungrily, and he swept his black hair to the side in a failed attempt to appear seductive. 

"What should I do next? Tease you? Or go full out?" he chuckled, walking towards me slowly. "And when you're all used up, when you're burned out, what should I do then? Keep you here with me? Forever, as my little plaything to use as I please?" he cooed. "You're my little rag doll now. I can do whatever I want to you. I can break your spirit. I may even kill you if I choose. But where's the fun in that? I like to hear your screams," he smirked, pushing me into the wall and standing in front of me, his arms on either side of me. He put his hands on my stomach, and he began to breath heavily. His breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes as he panted, his eyes looking me up an down as he tried to decide where to begin. His eyes fell on my chest, and they lit up evilly. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground.

My eyes widened and I shook my head rapidly, tears welling up in my eyes, but he showed no mercy. The man ran his hands over my stomach and sides, and my screams were muffled by the tape. He started to kiss my neck roughly, and his hands were loosening the straps on my bra. His fingers ran through my already mangled and damp hair, pulling on my scalp. I gasped for breath, my chest and stomach heaving as I thrashed and twisted, trying to break free from the binding chains that trapped me in this never ending torture. He slowly inched his hands down, exploring every inch of me like I was a broken toy. Staring between my legs, he darted out his tongue, moving up. Slowly, tortuously, until I let out a series of screams, making him laugh and move more viciously. His fingers dug into my back as he passionately kissed my lower stomach. He grabbed my legs and squeezed my calves before parting them wider until I was in a full split, his hands exploring inside. He moaned and knelt down, resting his head in between my legs pushing his head up, squeezing my legs and hips. He turned and sat with his head resting on me, his hands grabbing at my waist. My body shook with tortured sobs as he dug in harder. He pulled out a small pocket knife and ripped it into my cheek, cutting me deeply as punishment for crying out. He leaned against me, putting his head on my chest and his hands on my back, rubbing up and down ruthlessly. He lifted my legs until they were in a sitting position, and he forced me to wrap them around him, the chains cutting into my ankles and causing more tears to stream down my face.I panted heavily; I couldn't catch my breath for even a second. It hurt. It hurt so much! And so it went on, for endless hours that seemed to last days. Whenever I 'misbehaved', the knife would come back out and cut me somewhere else. Eventually, I passed out again from exhaustion and pain, hanging limply as the man continued the ruthless torture session, laughing wickedly.

I woke up, back in the alleyway, my clothes scattered across the ground. I sobbed as I stood up shakily. I was covered in a layer of sweat, and my hair was sticking to my forehead and bare back. I wiped off the blood on my cheek, legs, and stomach. I didn't know what to do! Call the police? Call Phil? Call Dan? I figured I should tell the police first. That way, the fiend could be caught before anyone else was attacked and was forced. So, I put my clothes back on and headed to the police station.

"Please repeat," the police said after I had already repeated it four times. "I was assaulted! Was that loud enough for you now?!" I heard the officer's disapproving chuckles. I'm sorry miss, but I find your story hard to believe.You could have fought him off. You should have stayed out of his way," the police man said. "Please, I'm not lying, please try to find him!" I said, tearing up. The officer sighed, and said that they would look into it. They let me leave. I needed Dan. I needed him so much. So, I called him up.

Dan POV:
I wanted to see Melody. I really did! I was just afraid that she and Phil were dating.Then my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID; it was Melody. I hesitated for just a second then I answered. "Hello?" I asked, a little bitterly, wondering why she was calling me. "Dan, please come back to the flat. I need you, and I need to tell you something," Melody said, clearly tearing up.

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can," I said, wondering what she wanted to tell me. I knocked on the door and Melody immediately opened the door. She hugged me super tightly and then she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

Why was she sorry? Did she hook up with Phil?! Please tell me she didn't I love her, and I couldn't handle that sort of betrayal from my best friend.

"Why are you sorry?"I asked while she looked at me.

"Dan I was raped!" she started bawling."Melody you were raped?" I said. My eyes widened, and I could feel them brimming with tears.

"Yes Dan. I'm sorry," she sobbed, collapsing into my arms. I was shocked."Did you tell anyone else?" I asked softly as I hugged her.

"I-I-I told the police," she said while wiping the tears from her face."What did they do?"

"They said 'I don't believe you.', 'You could have fought him off.', and 'You should have stayed out of his way.'." After she said that, At first I felt shocked. Then horrified beyond belief. But then, my blood boiled with anger. Assaults were taking place all over the world, but when it happened to Melody, my beautiful Melody, it was dismissed as if nothing ever happened! That's when I noticed the hickeys and her mangled, damp hair, the gash in her cheek, and how weakly she held herself up.

I kissed her forehead and hugged her tighter, hot tears of anger rolling down my cheeks.

"I love you Dan," she said, leaning into me for support.

"I love you too, Melody." And then, my mind was made up. I decided I'm moving back in.

Phil's POV:
I yawned and stretched, the rays of golden sunlight filtering into my room. Everything was perfect! Melody was back, safe and sound, and the sun was out. But there was one thing missing. The obnoxiously loud sound of Dan's snores were nowhere to be found.

"Phil! Come down! There's something I need to tell you!" Melody called down. My brow furrowed. She sounded so weak and tired, as if she'd been out all night, exercising and getting no sleep. I quickly got dressed and put on my glasses before heading to the kitchen. When I got there, I froze. Dan was sitting at the table with Melody, rubbing the center of her hand with his thumb. Melody had dark rings under her eyes, and multiple bruises lined her neck. A deep cut lingered over her cheekbone.

"What...what happened to you?" I asked, frozen with shock. She and Dan exchanged a glance before she took a deep breath, and began. I learned that she was viciously assaulted and then left for dead in an alleyway. My stomach churned and Dan's face twisted with rage as she described what the man did to her. She showed us the cuts he gave her on her legs and stomach, and he nearly burst into tears. She had contacted the police, but they dismissed it as untrue and sent her on her way, only telling her that they would try to look into it. In one last desperate attempt to find someone she could turn to, she called Dan and went back to the flat. We sat there in silence, none of us wanting to speak.

"This is all my fault," I whispered, slowly walking towards the door. Melody stood up and limped over to me weakly.

"Phil, this isn't your fault! It's tha-" I cut her off with an angry wave of my hand. 

"Yes, it is! I should have gone with you! I would have been able to protect you! But like the complete idiot I am, I let you go out on the streets of London. At night. In the dark. ALONE!!!" I pushed past her and ran out, slamming the door behind me.


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