Part 4: A whisper in the wind.
The blue cap gets thrown off his head as he walks back into the house. His father made him keep the hat, so when it had been thrown up at the ceremony; he had been forced to retrieve it afterwards. He throws the blue robe on the floor. He is about to head up to his room, when Penny who is coming in the door behind him, clears her throat softly. "What are you doing, Philip?"
"Going to my room, bitch." His voice is calm and low as he says it, and he turns softly on his feet, and picks up the cap and gown, and opens the closet door near by, and throws them on a hanger. He then, proceeds to walk up the stairs to his room, leaving her pondering his behavior. And he knows she is staring at him the whole time, as he does this.
When he gets up to the room, he checks the clock. He has two hours before he has to go to the big dinner thing that his father is planning, since his father is pretending he is proud of Philip. He is probably proud that soon, or so he thinks, his son is going to follow in his footsteps. He closes the door behind him. Two hours should be plenty of time to do what he needs to do, and since they will all be getting ready, since his father is planning on taking them to a fancy restaurant, which means he requires them to dress up more than what they would for the graduation, none of them will notice what he will be doing in that amount of time.
He undoes his tie and throws it on the bed. He then strips off the white oxford shirt, throwing it on the bed as well. He undoes the belt, and pulls it quickly through the loops. He unbuttons his gray slacks, and unzips them, and steps out of them. He surveys the room in his undershirt, and red boxer shorts. He can't actually remove a lot from the room, or then, they might be suspect. He is glad that his bathroom is in his room, unlike Edward who had to use a restroom in the hall.
He goes into the bathroom, stepping into the shower stall so that the water won't hit him. He pulls the frosted glass doors closed, and turns the nuzzles hard. He steps under the shower for a moment to test it. It will do. He opens one of the doors slightly, stepping out. His family knows he takes hot steamy showers, so that should be enough steam if they come to check on him, which eventually they will. He does a shake to get some of the water off of him, stopping at the mirror; he makes sure his hair is okay.
If he had more time, he would make this plan run smoother, where there would be at least a day time to plan out everything, but he doesn't have time for that. He hadn't expected some of his relatives to be in town. He was actually going to do this tomorrow, act like he was going to work, but then disappear, but this plan was actually more fun. And when his dad told him yesterday they were having dinner with the relatives and it had been planned for weeks, it made him excited, because that was an even better plan. All the relatives had already given him the cards earlier in the day with the cash, or the presents that they were going to give him, but dinner was a formality.
He walks back into his room, opening his dresser drawer, and pulling out a pair of blue jeans, and slips them on. He then opens another drawer and pulls out a blue t-shirt and pulls it on. He goes to his desk, and picks up his wallet and his keys, stuffing them into his pocket. He then, thinks again and throws his keys on the desk. He pulls out the wallet, and pulls out all the stuff from it, and stuffs the id and credit cards and such in his pocket. He counts the money; there is almost $500 thanks to the relatives, and a $200 dollar donation from one of the men who worked at his dad's company. He pulls his backpack off the back of the chair. And then, stares at his room. He grabs a couple changes of clothes out of the open dresser drawers, and stuffs them into the backpack. He then goes to the bed and pulls out the coffee table book from under the mattress, and puts it in the backpack. Above his bed is his book case and he grabs a couple paper backs, and throws them in. He sets the backpack on the bed for a moment.
He looks around the room again. He doesn't need much else; if he takes anything else they will be suspicious. He thinks. What will they think he did? He closes the closet door, they will probably figure he threw his backpack in there, since that is what he usually does at the end of summer. He thinks again. Opens the closet door, and pulls out the briefcase he is supposed to use tomorrow. He sets it on the desk chair. He then pulls out one of the better suits from the closet and drapes it on the bed as if he has plans to change into it. He then, closes the closet door again.
He picks up the backpack off the bed, and puts it on. He then draws open the red curtains, and then, pulls open the heavy window. He jumps lightly into the tree near the window, and quickly scales the tree downward. He walks quickly and softly past the house, and just keeps walking.