2 Points Of View {PHAN}

Chapter 4: Shower

"I hope you like grilled cheese," Phil says with a smile.

I bury my face into my hands and took a deep breath. I need to stay calm, even if Phil is a psychopath and I want to end him.

"When will I be able to take a shower like you promised?" I asked Phil as I got off of the bed.

"Well I thought that after you finish eating you could take one. There are some clothes for bed in that box I gave you," Phil replies.

I sit in the chair next by the desk and see Phil walking out of the room. My stomach growls for food so I take a bite of the grilled cheese Phil made me. The sandwich tasted like how my Mum makes it. Even eating food reminds me of home.

I eat everything I was given and walk over towards the card board box. I sit on the floor next to the box and see what was in the box. With each piece of clothing I place it on the floor. Soon enough everything was out of the box and was scattered on the floor. There were 15 shirts, 7 pairs of skinny jeans, 1 pair of pajama pants, 8 pairs of socks, a grey hoodie, 2 black belts, and 9 boxers. Most of the shirts were colored black, red, white, or grey, but one of the shirts looked like a purple and pink galaxy. All the skinny jeans were different shades of black and the pajama pants were colored dark grey. The socks were all black and the boxers were all different types of colors.

Phil must really know my style well because if I saw these clothes in a store I would buy them. It was to creepy for him to know my style this well and they were all the right sizes. This was to weird. How did he know all of this? Especially the sizes I wore.

Out of an OCD habit, I gathered each shirt and walked towards the wardrobe. I grabbed a hanger and hanged each shirt in the wardrobe including the grey hoodie. I placed all the pants, socks, belts, and boxers neatly in the wardrobe. The wardrobe actually started to look like a wardrobe.

"Oh Dan I'm so happy that you are finally setting down in our house," Phil said.

I turned around to see him standing in the door way. I have to pay attention more because I didn't even know he was standing there. If I'm going to get out of here than I need to be more aware of my surroundings.

"Are you ready for your shower?" Asked Phil.

"Um yeah. Let me grab something real quick," I said before grabbing the pajama bottoms, a loose shirt, and boxers.

I wrapped the clean clothes together like one giant burrito and stood up from the wardrobe. Phil was already unlocking the chain from the bed and held it tight under his grip. He lead me down the hall, but we went into another bedroom. A very large bedroom that looked like it was built for some very wealthy people. Was Phil rich? A large bed was by the door of the room. The duvet was light blue and the pillows were a darker shade of blue, the bed looked extremely comfy.

The walls were painted a light beige color and dark wood furniture surrounded the room. A dark wood desk, a dark wood wardrobe, a dark wood chest that was located on the foot of the bed, and two dark wood night stands that where placed on each end of the bed. A pure white rug was in the centre of the room with a decorative chandelier hanging over it. Art work was scattered all over the walls, not even blending in with the color scheme of the furniture. The floor consisted of white tiles that looked clean to the max. This room looked very expensive. This must be the master bedroom.

Phil led me to the master bath room that was more than half the size of the room I was held in. The bathroom had a marble flooring and a black marble bathtub that was built into the ground. The shower had clear walls and a detachable, silver shower head. It was placed right next to the bathtub.