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Chapter 16
Phillip strolled through Salem Place looking like a lost puppy. He had a box of Kleenex tucked under one arm which he used profusely. After the first father/son argument, there had been another and another, resulting in Victor threatening to disown him and cut off his trust fund.
"To him, I'm nothing but a society reject," Phillip grumbled to himself before he loudly blew his nose.
"I run his image, my own and my future as 'executive vice president of Titan enterprises'. Well I could care less. I'd rather be a beggar, living under Danny's bench, eating his leftovers. All I want is my daaaaaady!"
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder an he turned around. An older gentleman with a walker handed him a dollar. "But yourself something to eat, youngin'. Need some meat on those bones!"
"Hey, thanks Mister." He searched for something to give him in return. "Hmm... need some Kleenex? Or, let's see.... a comb? Driver's License? Whoa., why don't I use that, again?"
The old man laughed as Phillip's mind wandered off. "No, no. Let's consider it my good deed for the day." He winked and left behind a confused Phillip.
"Was he hitting on me?"
"Hey Phil," a feminine voice called out his name.
"Oh hey, Belle." He swung his free arm over her shoulders. "How ya doin'?"
"Just trying to avoid Shawn," she scowled.
"I'm sorry, Belle. His loss. Any guy would be lucky to have ya."
"No..."
"Yes and I mean it." He gave her a dimpled smile a hugged her tighter. "I see you've been shopping."
"Yeah, " she smiled looking down at her bags. "It's not working like it usually does though... I still feel awful."
Phillip frowned. "Need a Kleenex?"
She nodded her head and accepted one, and he dropped the box and pulled her into a bear hug. He smoothed her hair as he hummed a lullaby to her. Little did he know, he had more than one person interested in his actions...
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"That's just like him! Moving on already. What happened to 'Oh, Chloe, I love you?' Damn him. Phillip Kiriakis, you've just messed with the wrong guy's girl!" Shawn rubbed his hands together with animosity, to keep from punching the wall. But what would keep him from punching Phil?"
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Harold wiped his nose on his sleeve as he watched the two friends hug.
"Phillip will never be all mine," he whispered to himself. "Everyone loves him, but no one loves me."
He looked around at the people and the shops, the trashcans and the stores of Salem Place and he sighed.
"Good-bye, Salem."
Chapter 16
Phillip strolled through Salem Place looking like a lost puppy. He had a box of Kleenex tucked under one arm which he used profusely. After the first father/son argument, there had been another and another, resulting in Victor threatening to disown him and cut off his trust fund.
"To him, I'm nothing but a society reject," Phillip grumbled to himself before he loudly blew his nose.
"I run his image, my own and my future as 'executive vice president of Titan enterprises'. Well I could care less. I'd rather be a beggar, living under Danny's bench, eating his leftovers. All I want is my daaaaaady!"
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder an he turned around. An older gentleman with a walker handed him a dollar. "But yourself something to eat, youngin'. Need some meat on those bones!"
"Hey, thanks Mister." He searched for something to give him in return. "Hmm... need some Kleenex? Or, let's see.... a comb? Driver's License? Whoa., why don't I use that, again?"
The old man laughed as Phillip's mind wandered off. "No, no. Let's consider it my good deed for the day." He winked and left behind a confused Phillip.
"Was he hitting on me?"
"Hey Phil," a feminine voice called out his name.
"Oh hey, Belle." He swung his free arm over her shoulders. "How ya doin'?"
"Just trying to avoid Shawn," she scowled.
"I'm sorry, Belle. His loss. Any guy would be lucky to have ya."
"No..."
"Yes and I mean it." He gave her a dimpled smile a hugged her tighter. "I see you've been shopping."
"Yeah, " she smiled looking down at her bags. "It's not working like it usually does though... I still feel awful."
Phillip frowned. "Need a Kleenex?"
She nodded her head and accepted one, and he dropped the box and pulled her into a bear hug. He smoothed her hair as he hummed a lullaby to her. Little did he know, he had more than one person interested in his actions...
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
"That's just like him! Moving on already. What happened to 'Oh, Chloe, I love you?' Damn him. Phillip Kiriakis, you've just messed with the wrong guy's girl!" Shawn rubbed his hands together with animosity, to keep from punching the wall. But what would keep him from punching Phil?"
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Harold wiped his nose on his sleeve as he watched the two friends hug.
"Phillip will never be all mine," he whispered to himself. "Everyone loves him, but no one loves me."
He looked around at the people and the shops, the trashcans and the stores of Salem Place and he sighed.
"Good-bye, Salem."