Somehow I ended up at the Diffy's. I didn't want to disturb Mr. and Mrs. Diffy, so I threw rocks at Phil's window. He looked out. "Phil!" I whispered. "I'm down here!" he looked down. "Keely what happened! You look terrible!" "Sneak me in. I'll tell you." Somehow I got inside. Things kept getting fuzzy. I was dizzy. I sat on Phil's bed. "Keely you're bleeding!" I sighed. "My dad...he was beating me..." I started to sob. Something I hadn't done since I left home. Phil held me. "Shh." he said. "You don't have to talk about it." I took a breath. "I have to stay here. But thats what he'll be expecting." Phil was very concerned. "See he threatened my mom and me that if we tell anyone we've been beaten on, he'll kill us." He took in an uneasy breath. "Keely, we have to get you cleaned up. You're bleeding." I barely realized I hada steady stream of blood dripping down my forehead. Phil eyed my overnight bag. "So...I guess you're planning to stay here?" "Yeah. I don't know how long though. Dad knows I probbaly told somebody. He's going to kill me. And-" I gasped. "Mom! Oh my God...Mom..." I nearly broke down in tears. I know how his temper can be. "Keel, calm down. He's not coming here. I'm sure he doesn't even know you're here." Phil's voice was so reassuring. "Well, your parents can't know I'm here. They'll try to send me home, or call the cops or worse. You can't tell ANYBODY. Promise?" My green eyes stared into Phil's brown, velvet eyes. He sighed. "Promise. Now you need to get cleaned up. The bathroom is right outside my room, here's your clothes-" he handed me my bag "And a towel." he got a towel from a drawer "Lock the door. And be very quiet." "Okay."
I felt so much better after getting a shower. After getting dressed in the locked bathroom I went back to Phil's room. When I opened the door he was shirtless. "Ahh!"I cried. He quickly grabbed a shirt. I covered my eyes. "Are...are you decent now?" "Yeah. Sorry about that." He blushed. "Phil, honey? Are you okay?" came a muffled voice from downstairs. "Yeah, mom, I'm fine!" Phil shouted back. I couldn't help but think he was kind of...I don't know...cute without a shirt on. No, Teslow! I told myself. Don't think like that! I sighed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Keely, hide!" Phil whispered. I shut myself in his closet. Then I heard the voices. "There's a policeman at the door. He's looking for Keely. Her parents reported her missing!" I think the voice was Mr. Diffy's. Missing? Oh no. Now the cops will stop at nothing to find me. Now Dad will stop at nothing to find me. I panicked. "Come on downstairs, son. He has some questions for you." I'm sure he was nervous. I came out of the closet and sighed. Unfortunately Pim happened to be walking by Phil's room, while the door was open. She saw me. "What are you doing here, blondie?" she demanded. "Shhhh! You can't tell anyone I'm here!" She smiled. "Ohhhhhh so you and Phil have been doing the do? I knew something was going on with him!" "NO! See, Pim, some things are going on at home. Dangerous things. Things that could GET ME KILLED. You can't tell anyone I was here! Please promise me." I pleaded with her. She looked genuinely concerned. "Ok. I swear I won't tell another soul about you here. I wont even ask why. Good luck with your problem." She gave me a hug. I was shocked. "I knew somewhere in there was a sweet girl." I said. This time she didn't give me a dirty look.
10 minutes later Phil came up looking worried. "They asked me so many questions. Where you were. How you were feeling when I saw you at school.I...I choked. I made up this big lie about how you were so happy and you called me and said you were...going to Pat's Pizzaria. Now they're going to look there. We have to get out of here." Phil rushed around and got a small travel bag."Keely, I can't leave you like this. When he finds you he will kill you. Thats serious. We have to go to a whole new town. New names. New faces." He got the WIZRD out. He zapped himself. It was an older version of him. Very handsome. "I like that." I said quietly. Then he zapped me. I was a whole different person. I still had the green eyes, but short, black hair and black nails. I looked very punk, basically the oposite of my style. And I looked older too. We both looked 18. He put a few more gadgets in the bag, along with some money and told me to get my bag. Phil was going to take us out the window, using some new gadget. Things were going by so quickly, in such ablur, that I couldn't tell. I held on. Its now or never, I thought. We finally set foot on the ground and started to run behind the Diffys' house. I looked back for a second, at what we may never see again, and saw my dad pounding on their door. I promised to never come back.