I hope you all have been liking this story so far. I seem to be the best at my writing at night so you probably see my updtaes come over night. I had such a different plan for this story but now, it's turning out to be more elaborate. Don't worry, the original summray still stands. So don't let my rambling stop ya. Read! Go read and review!
A tear escaped from Keely's eye. She abruptly sat up, immediately grabbing her stomach.
"Ow."
She lifted up the long sleeve and saw the red and white bandage wrapped around her stomach.
"I guess you forgot about that one." Phil said gloomily. Keely looked down at him, tears streaming.
Phil got up and sat down next to her on the couch. Without delay, she bawled and her head fell onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her tight.
"I don't know what I'm doing." She sobbed. Phil simply held her.
"Why did this happen? What did Dad ever do? What did I everdo? I must have done something to deserve this!" She bawled.
"You didn't do anything." Phil took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back to look her in the face. She turned her head away.
"I did it." She whispered.
"Don't even think for one second that your father's death was your fault. It wasn't. Nothing could have stopped this. Don't place the blame on yourself." Phil stated. She looked up at him and stared him in the eyes. Hers gleamed with water.
"I didn't get to say goodbye." She said softly.
She saw that Phil had placed the switchblade on the floor by the fireplace. She ripped out of Phil's hands and dived for it.
"KEELY!"
Phil lunged on top of her. She grabbed the knife and flicked it open. Phil grabbed her hands.
"Phil let go!" She roared.
"I won't let you!" He bellowed.
"You have to!" She cried.
"I won't!"
They yelled as they fought for the blade. Phil lying on top of Keely trying to yank the knife from her grasp and pinning her down. He finally succeeded. Grabbing the blade and throwing it across the floor and then restraining her against the ground. Instead of restraining her, maybe he should have restrained himself. For the next thing just happened out of the blue. He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her on the lips right then and there. He suddenly realized he was sitting on top of her, kissing her. He abruptly rolled off and hit the couch.
He watched her lie there. Knowing she was thinking about what just happened. Phil couldn't take the awkward silence. He got up and picked up the pocket knife off the floor. He saw Keely sit up.
"I'm going to class tomorrow." She said. Phil was silent.
"It's the last day. I shouldn't miss it. Besides, I think it will help you know. Keep me busy and all."
She stood up and walked passed Phil without looking at him to her room, shutting the door behind her. Phil merely gazed upon the sealed entrance.