2 Points Of View {PHAN}

Chapter 3: A Point System

Minutes later Phil walked into the room with a plate of toast with strawberry jam and a glass of milk. He placed it on the desk next to the bed I was sitting on. I sat there in silence on the bed and didn't move to go eat. I was not going to take anything from this guy.

"Come on Dan, you need to eat," Phil encouraged, Phil smiled at me and for a second it looked like he was a normal human being. Then I remembered that everyone can look sane on the outside, but can be completely crazy on the inside.

I turned my head away and stared at the window. It was my way out, but I couldn't reach it to get out. The window was unlocked and I could easily get out of this Hell hole.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled. I needed to have my mind focused to plan out my escape.

"Dan I know this is a lot to take in, but I now we are meant to be together. God himself wanted for us to be together-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW GOD WANTS US TO BE TOGETHER YOU PSYCO!" I screamed at Phil.

I was expecting him to lash out at me and hit me as he got up. I mean that's what I saw on TV shows and movies. The victim lashed out at the kidnapped and then the kidnapper's victim would be used as a punching bag. I covered my face and prepared myself for a punch, but it never came.

"I know.... I know because I can feel it," Phil said softly.

I removed my hands from my face and saw Phil standing at the door way. His facial expression read sympathy.

"Well if God knows that we should be together then screw Him. He is already a bastard," I said rolling my eyes.

"How is he already a bastard?" Asked a curious Phil. He seemed concerned for me, but I could care less.

I laughed and shook my head.

"I'm not going to pour my life story to you. Fuck that," I said pushing back a piece of fringe out of my face.

"You should watch your mouth Dan. Cursing isn't cute for you," Phil said with a smirk.

What a bastard Phil is to me. Does Phil think he can really control me? Phil has no idea what he got himself into. My body feels stressed to the max, I need to find a way out of here. I pulled my feet closer to my torso as the chatter of the chains filled the silence.

"You see this? This is what you have done to me," I explained as I held up some of the chain.

I shook the chain to make it rattle. Phil looked slowly towards to the chain. He stared at the chain held in my hand, it looked like he was studying it. It was like he had never seen the chain before. Then Phil looked back up to me. At first I thought he looked sad, but his mouth grew into a big smile.

This guy is crazy.

"Don't you get it silly? It's to make sure you don't run away. To make sure we will be together forever," he said with passion.

Phil's eyes seemed to get bigger and brighter as his smile grew. This guy is psychotic.

"Phil I promise I won't leave, let me out of this thing. I promise I won't go," I pleaded.

I put one of my plans in motion. The plan was to make Phil think that I like him and to get Phil to drop his guard. Then attack Phil when I'm free to get away. It seems perfect. But Phil isn't stupid.

He may be psychotic, but he's not stupid.

Phil is aware that I could be lying to him and honestly I wasn't much of a good liar, but when your life is on the line you become one hell of an actor.