A/N- The song that sort of goes with the story "Damaged" was written by ME! SO IF YOU WANT TO USE IT EMAIL ME FOR PERMISSION!Its just the bridge and the chorus because I didn't want to put the whole song. But at the end of the story I will write the whole song. And I have another one Keely is going to sing within the next few chapters. Its the one about Phil. I didn't write these songs just for the story, I had them written ages before this. Just some food for thought!
Edit: This thing keeps uploading weird so thats why the words get squished together sometimes.
And to the person who said Keely's dad was an asshole: Thanks! Thats exactly what I was going for :D
Phil and I ran through the backyard as quietly as possible. We walked to the next town, Vista City. "How much money do you have? We need to stay in a hotel or something." I said. We were both tired and it was after 12 am. "Um, I have 2 20's but I can use the WIZRD to multiply them. I really don't want to but we have to do drastic things in drastic times." We found a motel, the Starlite Inn.It was not the most glamouous looking thing but it was shelter for the night. We paid $90 for our room.
However when we got inside we realized we forgot to get 2 beds! "Um, Keely, I'll sleep on the floor. We don't have to...uh...be in the same bed." Phil blushed. "No, that's okay, I don't mind. As long as you stay on your side!" I joked. Phil zapped us both into our normal selves. I got into bed. Phil uncomfortably got on the other side as far over as he could. "Now, Phil, I don't bite. Its not like we're married. You're just my boyfriend-I mean my friend. Yeah, my friend." Almost slipped up there! Now it was MY turn to blush.
"Are you gonna be okay?" he whispered. I sighed. "Yeah. I'm just kind of sore." He gave me a reasurring look. "Keel, we're going to be fine. All we have to do is get our lives together in a new town far away from Pickford and come back when this whole thing blows over." "And when is that?" "I don't know. All I want is for you to be safe."
We were both silent for a few moments. Then I started to sing softly. "What song is that?" Phil asked. "Oh, I wrote it myself." I started over.
Even though he's gone
the hurt still goes on
And although you're here with me
I'm sure you can see
I've been damaged
and I gotta fix myself
Baby, it wasn't you
It was somebody else
Damaged
And you're the only one
Who could see me through
I gotta hold on to you...
"Wow. That's great. You have an awesome voice, Keely." I smiled. "Thanks. I've been writing songs forever. Angry songs about...Dad...and lovingmom and about you." I stopped in my tracks. "Me? What songs about me?" Phil teased. "Nothing..." I trailed off. "Its not important. Good night, Phil." "Good night, Keel."
Meanwhile, back at the Diffy's...(No POV)
There was a loud banging at the door shortly after the police left. Mrs. Diffy looked concerned. "Now thats strange, its after 10!" She got up and answered it. It was Keely's father.
"Hey, Diffy, I'm Keely Teslow's father. I can't find her or her mother anywhere. Have you seen them?" "Why, no. A policeman just came here earlier and said you were looking for them." suddenly Pim appeared. Mrs. Diffy turned to her. "Pim, did Phil say anything about seeing Keely?" Pim looked nervous. "No, nothing." she quickly ran off. Mrs. Diffy rolled her eyes. "Kids. So would you like to come inside for some coffee? To sit down? Something?" He looked as if he was going to refuse, and then changed his mind and accepted. He was in the kitchen sipping on coffee. "Lloyd, can you get Phil down here and see if he can tell Mr. Teslow anything?" Mrs. Diffy called. "Sure, Honey." Mr. Diffy knocked on Phil's bedroom door. "Phil?" There was no answer. "Phil?" He called again. He opened it. Phil was nowhere to be seen. "Barb...we have a situation on our hands!" He ran downstairs to his wife and Mr. Teslow. "Phil is missing!"