2 Points Of View {PHAN}

Chapter 15: Home?

"Wow really?" Reid said looking shocked. I nodded my head and continued on.

"One night when I was sleeping Phil woke me up to tell me that some guys were coming for us. We both quickly packed some stuff and ran out to the back yard of the house that was located in this forest. These guys looking for us meant business. They are part of a drug deal and apparently Phil owed them money he didn't pay back. We ran into the woods blindly looking for some place to stay. Escaping was still in the back of my mind. When we came up to a road as hitch hikers this guy in a pick up truck stopped to help us. Phil said this older guy was giving me bad looks so Phil snapped this guy's neck and hid his body in the woods. I was in shock at him and became more afraid. Phil drove us to this town which I have no idea where it is or what it is called and got us a motel room to stay in," I quickly said out.

I had not realized how much Phil and I had gone through until this interrogation. We really went through some tough stuff together and somehow I made it out alive.

"In the morning of that stay in that motel a cop knocked on the door and said he knew we stole this old guy's pickup truck. This cop called back up on us while Phil said that he had bombs strapped to the door and room. The cops back off and I remember trying to open the door to leave Phil behind, but I was knocked out once again from him. I remember getting up from the forest floor with Phil saying that we escaped that motel room and the police by using the back door of the motel room. We are still in a forest area where we are now by the way. Phil must of lead us to some cabin because when I woke up behind him was this cabin that was only covered in flowers by the door. We went inside and sleep. That's when..." I choked up towards the end of my sentence.

"What happened Dan?" Reid said to encourage me on.

"I knew this was my chance because Phil told me he used a car to get us to the cabin, so I thought I could lose him forever. In the early morning I grabbed an abject and hit Phil over the head while he was sleeping. There wasn't a sound that came out of him and he started to bled. I left quickly to make sure I once and for all was freed from him. I took that car he talked about and drove here with the money I could find in the cabin," I shakenly said.

Reid smiled up towards me and nodded his head towards me.

"It is okay Dan; you are safe now. No one is going to harm you anymore. I'm going to have you taken to a hospital to check you, so we can surely see if your body has recovered from the violent act of this Phil okay? There is no need to worry. You are in the hands of the professionals," Reid assuredly said.

I was then taken out of that room and was rushed to the hospital. These nurses checked my vital signs, asked about my medical history, and made sure I was internal okay. They kept giving me weird looks, eyeing me up and down.

"Are you the Daniel Howell?" One nurse asked me when we were both alone.

"Um yeah. It says it on my medical papers. Why do you ask?" I questioned the red head.

She must have been no more than 30, probably fresh out of nursing school. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore black glasses that fit her face frame. Freckles were spread over her face as she wore a light pink lip stick.

"Well the press is very interested in you and your case with... him," she quietly said. I knew she was talking about Phil.

"What do you mean?" I asked quiet shocked. Why does the press care?