"It's the police! Open up!"
My heart dropped. My stomach sunk. I got suddenly light headed. It seemed like all that could go wrong was happening right now. It is the police. That could mean game over. All this could disappear from me. Dan and I would be split up and that is the worst thing they could do to me. It would be because of the police that we would be split. What if we both go to jail, but separate jails. Then I wouldn't be able to go see him and love him.
Dan wouldn't last in jail; he would be torn to shreds by the other guys. Other guys... those bastards could get my Dan. They could touch him, grope him, and he wouldn't be able to defend himself because I know he wouldn't be mentally and physically strong for that. They would touch him however they pleased and I wouldn't be able to stop it.
"Phil! Phil come on snap out of it!" I heard a familiar voice next to me say.
My body was moving back and forth as a hand gripped on to me. I freaked out and grabbed the hand on my shoulder to pull them down. Now I was just getting angry.
"Phil quit it now! We have other things to deal with!" He exclaimed. It was Dan who was down below me as I held him down.
I let go of him and apologized for my actions. He looked a bit scared in the face, but there was an element of relief. I could not understand why that was, I mean if the police got us then we would be split up.
"Open that door and it will set off the whole place! Don't test me you bastards or if you're man enough then open the door. I know you will go up in smoke and blow up! Call me by the motel room phone and we can fucking talk armatures!" I yelled out to the door.
I didn't even know what I was saying, but it over came me. There was nothing stopping me to yell out those words and it would give us time to find a way out of this hell.
"Get back! Get back! He's got a bomb!" A voice from the other side of the door screamed out. Tires of different vehicles screeched out.
I smiled to myself and hopped out of bed. I ran up to the door and looked through the peeping hole to see three police cars surrounding our door from a distance. There was the same lady I talked to yesterday night at the hotel office and six police officers scattered around. One held a white megaphone in his hand and the office lady next to him seemed to be sobbing. Why...? I don't know.
I see here to her knees sobbing uncontrollably and the officer with the megaphone seems like he is about to speak.
"We know you have stolen the truck of Matthew Davis. Come out calmly and there won't be a fight," He said calmly.
Suddenly the office lady got up from her pity party and grabbed the megaphone to yell out," Where is Matthew! He hasn't been home since yesterday evening and he isn't the one to do that! I caught you sneaky bastard with his truck and knew I recognized it! Now tell us where he is!"
She cried a bit towards the end, but she was cut short due to the officer grabbing the megaphone from her and telling the other officers to take her back to the office I suppose. After that I looked away from the peephole and turned towards Dan. He was putting on his day clothes quickly, it was like he was getting away from a one-night stand. I followed him and put on my clothes as well. Once we were done Dan walked to the door almost turning the handle, so it could be open.
"What are you doing!" I exclaimed tackling him to the ground. I held his arms over his head and looked him straight in the eyes.
"I am trying to get out of here what else?" He asked like I was the dumb one.
"Um I'm sorry, did you not hear that there are cops out there?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes and looked back to me.
"No duh, I heard them. That is why I am going out there. Phil look... we can finally get out of this mess. We can try to get back to our normal lives and we don't have to do this anymore," He said straight to my face. It was more of a slap to my face.
"Do you not... want to be together?" I asked with sorrow dripping in my voice.
"Phil we never were together; you might have feelings for me but I don't have any for you. I'm sorry," Dan said looking away for once.
"Well..." There was a pause and then I spoke up, "That sucks to be you."
I let go of his hand and for a second he was lost. He didn't do anything as I held my hand up and punched him where he knew it would knock him out. In that instant his eyes closed and he relaxed underneath me. Dan was going to be out cold for a while.
The ring of a phone filled the silent room, so I got off of Dan and walked over to the ringing motel phone.
"Hello this Justin Casey from the department of criminal justice. May I have your name?" He asked.
"You can call me Sam; how can I help you?" I asked Justin.
"Well it seems you got yourself into a bit of a mess with stealing the car of the biggest farm owner in this town, Matthew. Is there any way we can get you to come out safety and not harming anyone?" Asked Justin from the other line.
"Please let me see with the other guys in this room," I politely said.
"There is more than one of you in there?" He asked quiet shock.
"Yes there is about five of us in here," I said feeding him lies.
"Well then, okay. Please see if you can talk to them about safety getting out of there without hurting anyone please," Justin pleaded.
"I can do that. Just please give us a few minutes, they seem to be agreeing it out already," I said trying to sound innocent.
"Sure thing. Please talk it out well," He said.
I dropped the phone and grabbed my glassed off of the nightstand the phone was on. I put on a jacket and grabbed Dan's. We were going to leave our bags behind because we don't need to carry around all this extra weight. I was scrambling all over looking for another exit, but I didn't seem to find on. The vents were to small and there wasn't so hole in the wall to get through. At the end of my search I came to sitting in front of the wardrobe door that was facing the back of the room. All hope seemed loss and the thought of losing Dan creeped in the back of my mind.
Without realizing it, I stood up and opened the built in wardrobe. Another door that seemed to be camouflaged was inside of the wardrobe. A miracle seemed to happen. I opened the door and it wasn't locked. Opening the door all the way made me see forests and trees all around. This place was engulfed in trees. It was like God was looking down on Dan and I to give us a second chance. I turned around and picked up Dan to place him on my shoulder. Before I left I heard a distance sound from the phone so I grabbed it to place it next to my ear.
"Are you still there? Sam?" Justin called out.
"No this is Phil," I said into the phone and dropped. I could tell he was telling who he was and what he did so that gave us time to leave.
I pulled Dan close to me and walked out the door from the wardrobe. Stepping into the nature I closed the motel door behind me and started walking away from this dumbass town. There was no reason to stay there, I didn't want the cops to find us.
The sun was now rising and everything was quiet. Nothing was disturbing the peace. It was a nice, quiet time to relax from what I had to do. I walked right to through the cops off. When they figure out that we escaped they will search for us probably thinking we were running off straight ahead. So changing the direction will make it hard to find us.
I can probably walk a few miles with holding on to Dan since he wasn't heavy. Maybe God can give us another miracle to help us since I knew we both would be hungry and tired soon.
•••
"Dan are you excited for Christmas?" A familiar female voice speaks out.
I fully open my eyes and see my Mum waving an ornament in front of my face. Her cheeks are rosy red and her eyes are full of life. She places the bear ornament in her hand on the shining Christmas tree behind her. I look around and see all my family in my house: my Dad, Mum, brother, aunts, uncles, and even my grandparents from both sides of my family. They gather around the Christmas tree with smiles on their faces.
The smell of cooking food fills the room as an over timer goes off in the house. My mum springs up from the floor and rushes over to the kitchen. A honey-golden ham comes out of the oven and my mouth starts to water. Everyone in the house fills the kitchen room to grab a plate of the Christmas food that was prepared like mash potatoes, green beans, the ham, yams, stuffing, and even macaroni. I too grab a plate to fill up with food.
As soon as I'm done gathering all the food my mind desires I got back to where I was sitting on the couch and enjoy the delicious food in front of me.
As I keep on stuffing my face with food everyone is cracking jokes and seem like everything is normal, but I feel this emptiness. Like something or someone is missing. Everything is perfect, but then again it's not. I don't feel complete. There is something not here. What is it?
"Oi Danny boy," a faint voice calls out.
I set the plate on the wooden floors underneath my feet and look around for that voice. It seemed to have a homey feeling, like it was the piece to the puzzle that I felt like I was missing. The same voice speaks out louder towards the front door. I run out of the house and see a blanket of white snow except someone is standing out there. They are turned around so I can see their face, but I can see that they are wearing a dark blue jacket along with black pants. They are wearing dark brown boots and the hair is a raven looking color.
"Excuse me?" I ask from a distance.
That person turns around with their cheeks red and a cheerful smile on their face. My heart is suddenly beating faster, but in a good way.
"There you are my love!" He calls out.
It was Phil.
Then I blacked out again seeing nothing, but black and a faint call of my name.
"We made it! We made it!"
I open my eyes and see a happy Phil above me. Just like he was before I blacked out.
"We made it Dan, we can be happy!" Phil exclaims out.
Behind him is a hipster looking cabin with two windows, a darkened roof, some light green bushes lining around the front door, and one bright blue flower bush sticking out of the front door. It gave the little cabin some personality aspect.
"We can live here!" He said picking me up off the ground and hugging me. I was confused on what he was talking about and wasn't I at that motel a few minutes ago?
"Phil where are we?" I ask into his shoulder.
"We are far away from anything or anyone, we will be safe. It took some risks, but we can finally relax and be the family we are," Phil said happily. The last part of what he said of us being a family didn't really sting as much as it did in the past.
"How did we get away from the police, what do you mean you took some risks, and how long have I been out?" I quickly ask Phil.
"We got away from the police by me finding a door in the wardrobe that must have been blocked off before and they must have forgotten about it. You have been out for a few hours. The risks part meaning I hotwired another car, drove as much as the car had away from that town I found it in, and walked us here to find this cabin. I must have drove a couple of hundred miles so we are pretty far from where we started," Phil explained outside of the cabin.
"Oh..." I said looking at the ground.
"Now let's get inside," Phil said grabbing my hand and walking up to the front door. With a hit to the window on the front door Phil was able to unlock the door from the inside.
We walked in and it was actually a nice looking cabin. It was actually beautiful. The wooden floors were flawless, the couches were the perfect shade of blue for the rooms, and everything else tied the room together. Phil's first move was to bring us in the kitchen and I could tell both of us were hungry and thirsty. I was told by Phil to go look around while he made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
I saw two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an office, and a living room. Every room looked the same with the same furniture so I explored into the drawers of the bedrooms to find some jewelry, an unopened deodorant that I used since I smelled terrible, clothes, and a few coloring books. Everything seemed like it hasn't been used for a while.
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.
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