I'M EVEN MORE SORRY THEN I WAS BEFORE. I HAVE SAID MY COMPUTER HATES ME AND I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. SORRY!
Phil opened the door to the apartment and limped in. His arm was now crimson with blood and a massive bruise had formed on his ribs. He walked lamely over to the kitchen table and collapsed into one of the chairs. He set the video camera on the table and took in account the pain throughout his body. The stinging of the four cuts on his arm. The throbbing of his right ankle. How much pain it caused him to simply breath. He hobbled over to Keely's room. He was amazed to find her sleeping like a baby. She still had a tight hold on Marshmallow Kit-Kat McGee.
He limped to the sink and turned on some warm water. He washed off the blood and left to his room for a long sleeve shirt to cover it all up from Keely. He didn't want her to worry about it. He took off his cold, wet shirt and looked in the mirror. The bruise was huge. Covering up nearly half of the left side of his rib cage. He slipped on his comfy dark blue long sleeve. He was so incredibly tired. Maybe now he could get some sleep. He laid down on his bed and fell almost instantly asleep. For once, no one was awake in the house of Phil and Keely's. Both were dead to the world.
Phil was the first to wake up a few hours later. Though…a few hours later, none of the pain had ceased to exist. The pulsating of his ankle was still present, the smarting of Four-Finger's attack and the pain to breath. He walked out of room and his eyes immediately went to the video camera sitting on the table. He swiped it off and sat down on the couch.
Do I really want to do this? He asked himself in his head.
Do I want to see what they actually did to Keely?
He looked behind him, making sure she wasn't up. He rewound the tape in the tiny camera.
He then had to fast forward through three other girls before he found Keely. On tape they wore masks. Apparently they set it up on a trash can, so all of them could wail on Keely. Phil watched as she struggled within their grasp. He watched them a they put the duct tape over her mouth and threw the first punch into her stomach. Phil flinched with each blow. He could barley hear her muffled screams. They continued, not acknowledging any of her attempts to break free. And Keely was right, they did try to rape her. Try, thankful not succeed. Once Keely was too weak to do anything, one of the guys sat on top of her and lifted up her shirt, He patted her bare stomach. She winced with each touch.
"Hey guys, look at her nice package." He said. The others smiled.
"Go for it" The large one said in a deep voice. They all started laughing.
He undid the button on her jeans but a loud noise caught their attention. He hastily stood up.
"Let's get!" He yelled. And with that they ran off. They seemed to be finished. Forgetting the tape.
Phil looked up and sighed. He closed his eyes. However, they reopened when he heard faint whispers. He looked back down at the screen. Keely was trying to talk. Phil rewound it and turned up the volume. He listened carefully and watched intently. She then whispered something entirely unexpected.
"Goodbye Phil…I love you."