2 Points Of View {PHAN}

Chapter 14: Return

This must be a house only used on vacations. Phil called from the kitchen about the food being done, so I run over to him and we peacefully eat in silence until we are done drinking tab water and sandwiches. There was power and running water surprisingly. This family that owned this place must be rich, go figure.

Phil took a shower in one bathroom while I did the same thing in the other. In the master bedroom there were clothes that fit Phil and were a bit baggy on me. I didn't complain though because it felt good to be out of the old clothing I had worn and taking a shower was heavenly. It was around 9'oclock when we walked around the living room to see if there was something fun to do.

"We should find a map," I suggested to Phil as we sat on the couch together.

"Why?" He asked.

"Well this place does belong to someone so they will return back here one time or another. We should find another place to go to when these people come back, that way we can be prepared," I explained to Phil.

"That's a smart idea Dan, nice thinking!" Phil exclaimed proudly. He jumped up and looked around the drawers in the kitchen for a map.

I looked around for a pen or marker while he did that and came across a blue sharpie. Phil found a map and laid it out on the kitchen counter that was made of granite. I gave him the blue sharpie.

"Okay, we are right here," Phil said placing a dot on the map. We were in an area called Red Mountain.

He started looking around for another place for us while I saw a familiar place. It was my home town. The place I lived in before Phil kidnapped me. The place was about a few hundred miles South from where we were.

"Dan are you listen?" Phil asks waving his hand in front of me. I shake my head and nod towards him.

"Yeah sorry, I'm just tired," I said lying to him. Phil stretches out and yawns revealing the bottom of his stomach and hips.

I couldn't help, but look down at him. Without realizing it I bite my lips and intensely looked there.

"Come on Dan let's get to bed. We can figure all that stuff out tomorrow morning," Phil said grabbing my hand and dragging me towards to master bedroom.

We enter the master bed room and I see what he is doing. He wants us to sleep together. Not like us having sex, but us sleeping in the same bed. I don't want to cause any fights so I go along with what he is doing. I lay down first and get into the covers while he follows behind me. Phil wraps his arm around my waist and brings me closer to him. I don't fight against him and lay in his arms.

That's how I feel asleep.

(3 AM)

I woke up wondering if I should do it or not. I'm in the kitchen right now with my shoes on along with a black jacket. Some of the money I found in one of the drawers is stuffed in my jacket and the map we had looked at is in my hands. My heart rate kicks up at the thought.

I have to do it even if I don't know how I feel. In my dominate hand a crowbar. I firmly hold it in my hand not knowing what I should do with it. A mental block blocks off my emotions and I walk to the master bedroom quietly. My feet put me in front of Phil's bedside. He lays there silently and peaceful, somewhat beautiful. But I shake off any feeling and clench the crowbar.

A swift hits draws blood already. It must knock him unconsciously because a hit that hard would have people screaming out in pain. He will bleed out, so I can consider him dead now. Even though he will be dead soon I throw down the crowbar and run out the front door towards where I use to live.

The adrenaline in my system keeps me running for a while taking me to the car Phil said he drove to get us here. He told me earlier where he put it and it was really camouflaged.  It was hard to see it in this darkness with the sun barely peeking out. I jump into it to see the keys still in the ignition. I turn them and see the car still has 30 miles on it. I could possibly make it to a gas station with that many miles.

I pull up to a road and turn right, towards the South. I smile to myself as I drive down the road realizing I can be free finally. My emotions and feelings are somewhat still blocked off.

As I predicted there was a gas station less than 30 miles away from me. I fill up the tank with as much gas as it can hold with the money I stole from the cabin and drive off again.

I turn on the radio and the first thing playing is Panic! At The Disco's: I Write Sins, Not Tragedies. Like the emo trash I am, I sing along. Many songs come after that emo treasure song and before I know it I'm somewhere I know.

I can see my house from a distance. I park the car on the side of the road legally and look at the time, 10:42 am. My family must be up at this time no doubt. It's raining once again and I pull my hoodie over my head. Getting out of the car I see a piece of paper stapled on the wooden pole on the pavement.

I walk over to it and see my name. There are big letters that read MISSING. It has my picture on it along with my date of birth, height, eye color, and date of disappearance. I count who long ago I have been gone and realize I have been missing for over 3 months! I'm shocked at the numbers and realized that while I was being held by Phil I lost track of time.

I wonder if my parents think I am alive or not. Taking a deep breath, I walk in the rain towards my house. It sits there and I am frozen as I reach the front door. A pang of guilt hits me as I know what Phil is probably not alive and deep down I have a missing feeling for him. I push away those feelings and knock twice on the front door.

Waiting for them to answer the door felt like an eternity. But the door did open. My mum was there.

"Hi Mum."
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Hi there, sorry this is about a day late. I had some writing issues on the story not being saved and I had to start all over again with writing this story. Love you guys.

-Author