Phil ended up sitting on the couch. Keely's head rested on his lap. She didn't have enough strength to eat so Phil made up some of that really filling, instant breakfast type drink and put it in a water bottle. It was just like taking care of a little kid. Phil would put his hand under her head and lift it so she could drink.

"So what happened over there?" Phil finally asked. He thought it would be good if he gave her some time to rest before he asked her to relive the terrifying events she had to go through. He took the bottle out of her mouth and she swallowed. Her voice was barely audible and rough.

"Well, I was making popcorn see." She cleared her throat.

"'Cause I was going to watch a movie ya know?" She continued.

"How ironic." Phil said.

"What?"

"Nothing. Keep going" Phil said.

"Anyways, all of a sudden, so many of these, these…hooligans just come crashing through the door. They had knives and crow bars and everything. They started breaking things and stuffing things into their sacks. Three of them grabbed me when they found me. I tried to hide under our counter. Didn't work. When they asked me if I was alone I said no but they found my Mom's directions on the counter so then…they knew. No one was there to help. And the worst part was that, four of them held my arms and legs down while the other one would just cut me."

"Oh my God!" Phil cried out.

Keely looked at him with a cheerless expression.

"That must have scared you to death." Phil said.

"It did scare me. And almost to my death too." Keely continued with explaining what went on.

"I grabbed the phone, but when they saw me, the snapped the phone in half." She said.

"That explains the line going dead." Phil added.

"Yeah, and, this part is blurry but I guess, they, did, something to knock me out or something I don't know. The next thing I know is that…I'm here." Phil didn't have anything to say. But he did have one question.

"Why didn't you call the police or something?"

Keely didn't say anything.

"Why did you call me?"

"Why did you answer?" Keely said a little to quickly.

"Um, I don't know. I guess it was the first number that popped into my mind at that time."

"I can't believe this. You have basically just been tortured." Phil stroked her head. They sat there in silence.

"Well on that happy note" Phil said sarcastically.

" It's extremely late. You need your sleep. I've kept you up too long so far." Phil lifted Keely's head up and went to go get some blankets. It was now almost pitch black in the house now.

"I'll be right down here if you need me kay Keels?" Phil slept on the floor by the couch. Later on in the night, Phil heard Keely talking.

"Phil? Phil?" She whispered.

Phil got up a little to fast.

Clunk

"Ow." He exclaimed.

"Sorry." Keely apologized.

"No, it wasn't your fault. I think I rolled under the coffee table while I was asleep." Phil sat up rubbing his head.

"You wanted something?" He asked.

"Not really. I was just wondering if you should call your parents or my mom or something. Just to let them know." Keely suggested.

"Nah, I don't think we need them to worry. I have everything under control. Go back to sleep. You need as much rest as you can get." Phil laid back down.

I would just like to thank EVERYONE that has been reviewing to this story. Takes award and starts to cry Yes, Thank You! I would like to thank um, my mom and dad. Everyone who has supported me throughout the years. Big Bro- I know you're out there. Thank you...hahaha