Chapter twelve - Raging war
Keely sat there. "I-I'm sorry...I should respect that...I'm sorry..."
Phil smiled slightly. "Keel, it's okay..."
Before he could say more, Keely got up, and left over to Owen.
Phil felt a deep scar in his chest, because he knew what that meant.
"I'm sorry Phil..." Sophia said.
Phil sighs. "It's nothing...let's talk about something else, okay?"
Sophia nods, then gets her Bible out. "Phil, I went to D's Christian bookstore and got you this..." She says, handing him a picture of Jesus.
He smiles. "Thank you, it's wonderful..." He says.
She smiles. "You're welcome!"
He gets his backpack out, and looks for his Bible. "Hmm, I thought I packed it this morning...oh well. I'll put it in here," He says, zipping open a pencil pocket.
"So, what now?" Sophia says.
Phil sighs. "I don't know, I've known her a long time. We studied, laughed, talked, and even shopped--"
Sophia shot him a funny look.
"--I tagged along, but that's not the point. We did EVERYTHING together! I-I can't act like we never knew each other..."
Sophia sighs. "I know Phil. I once had a boyfriend, and once I told him I gave my life to Christ, he ran off with a blond cheerleader by the name of Shirley..."
Phil slightly smiles. "You'll find someone else," He says postitively.
"I'm not that desperate, but I hope you find 'the one'..." She says, throwing it back to him.
"I don't think I will. I love Keely so much..."
Sophia took Phil by the hand. "Nothing is impossible with God..."
They both smile, and go back to eating.
At history, Phil noticed Owen holding Keely's stuff, meaning one thing...and Phil knew it.
He sank in his seat, then blocked his view with his hand. Phil wanted to throw up.
"Phil? Phil?" Mr. Van Stroganoff said.
Phil looked up, with a piece of paper stuck to his head.
"Um, sorry mr. Van Stroganoff, I wasn't paying attention..." Phil said.
"One more time Diffy, and I'll send you to Principal Tillywack's office, got it?"
Phil nodded slightly.
That night, Phil came home, again, with a heavy heart. But it gets worse when he hears Barb and Lloyd fight...
"LLOYD! YOU CAN'T JUST REJECT PHIL LIKE THIS! HE'S AN INDIVIDUAL! LET HIM MAKE HIS OWN DECISIONS..." Barb yelled.
"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THESE FREAKS ACT! THEY ALWAYS JUDGE PEOPLE! AND THEY KEEP SAYING THAT THE ONLY WAY TO HEAVEN IS THROUGH THIS GUY--" Lloyd yelled back.
Phil pursed his lips, and quickly ran up to his room, the only way to escape this hell. But even in his fortress of plaster and wood, he could stillhear the war raging below...
"I hate you Lloyd...I HATE YOU!" Barb said then yelled through tears.
"I-I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean that..." He gently says.
Just then, Phil smells smoke comming from the back yard. At first, Phil thought it was Curtis barbecueing, but then he heard Curtis' snore from the garage.
He looks out his window, and gasps.
Lloyd was burning Phil's Bible.
