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Chapter 9: Find Out What I Know

"Why did you do it, Chris?"

I sigh when I hear his voice break as he anxiously speaks. Phil hasn't been taking care of himself. It's Chris's fault. I am in the room with someone who caused unbearable amounts of pain to my Phil.

"I- I don't know, okay?, I don't know." His voice is a hoarse whisper and I barely hear what Chris says.

"Why did you text me last night? Was it a drunk text?"

"Phil can we-"

"Just answer my question"

I've never heard Phil get that upset. He probably can't control how he's speaking right now. Poor Philly.

"Yes, I don't remember sending that text, I actually don't remember anything from last night."

Doesn't remember anything. Sure. If I were an average human size right now I would make sure that my face was the last thing he would ever see.

"Nothing?" Phil chokes nervously.

"I-I'm" Chris starts guiltily. I let out a sigh because I'm hearing Chris lying shamelessly to my Phil.

"Nothing."

I can't take this anymore. Phil is going to try to convince himself that Chris is telling the truth. I need to remind him why he's here, confrontation.

I make his phone vibrate in his pocket after a few painfully long minutes of silence.

I cause a message to appear on the screen through Siri.

'You know what he did last night, he's not worth it. Let's just go home.'

"Who is it?" Chris questions innocently.

"Nobody." Phil starts coldly.

"Listen. I actually have to be somewhere"

"Oh. Okay." Chris says sadly.

I grin because soon I'll be out of this moment in time, and at home with Phil.

"Oh, also keep me posted on you and PJ."

I feel Phil stand and exit the Cafe. I've never been more proud. I shouldn't show my happiness though because this must've been hard for Phil. I hope that I'll always be there for him. That he'll allow me to always be in his life.

*****

   I soon hear Phil slam the door with all the power his arms can manage. I hear sobbing and try to contact him.

   "Phil it'll be alright. Take a deep breath." I say in the most soothing voice I can muster. When he gets stressed, I get stressed so I have trouble trying to calm him down sometimes.

   When he doesn't respond to me I get concerned. It sounds like he's having a panic attack. I can pick up his quick staggered breathing and I consider calling 999.

"Phil j-"

   I'm interrupted when I feel myself being flung to the opposite side of his phone. I catch myself by wedging both my arms in between two narrow metallic walls.

   What the hell just happened.

   I find myself unable to breathe because of a metal cube having just hit me directly in the ribs. My first exhale makes my head feel light and puts a new meaning to the cage part of ribcage. My lungs feel trapped, imprisoned, stuffed into this small cage.

'Not now' I tell myself as I steady my sharp breathing. 'Phil needs you now.'

"Phil"

   I still comprehend nothing but sobbing and then hear a sudden thud against a hard surface.

"Phil."

"Phil!" I shout hopelessly.

   I trek upwards to the front camera, then peer through to see if I can tell what state Phil is in. However, when I look. I see nothing but Phil's eyes shut and what appears to be his chest moving rapidly.

My mind scrambles trying to figure out what to do. What am I supposed to do? I wish I could shake him. See if he was okay. What if he was gone? Something about the fact that he may never open his sea blue eyes again hits me on a different level. Unexplainable fear and sadness washes over me. I need to get him help. I dial 999 shakily and realize I won't be able to respond.

"Hello 999 what's your emergency?"