Phil walked back into the house, locked the door, and then sighed. He leant his head back on the wood, and closed his eyes, knowing that he should have expected it.
He should have known that Dean would come back, to haunt Keely.But if he ever hurt Keely again, then he wouldsure as hell, have a punch coming his way.
He stood there, wondering what to do.
Dean knew where they lived. Sure, he could get a restraining order, but he doubted that would stop him. Dean didn't care.
Should he tell Keely, and have her panic? Or should he leave it, and just wait for the boat to go down? He raised his hand, and read the note again.
I'm going to get her. And you. You'd better watch out.
Those three sentences made Phil's heart stop. It wasn't for fear of his safety. It was Keely. If Dean got to her.he would never forgive himself.
He knew that he had to tell her. And he also knew that Keely wasn't the type of person to appreciate him waiting until morning.
He walked into the living room, after checking that the door was locked. Again. He couldn't risk anything. Although he doubted that Dean would warn and attack on the same night, he could never be so sure. This was a guy who thought that hurting Keely was okay.
"Keels," Phil gently shook her awake.
"Is the movie over?" Keely mumbled, shading her eyes with her hand. The light hurt them. Even though it wasn't all that light. The room was lighter than the back of her eyelids.
"Yeah. But Keels, I have to talk to you," Phil said, seriously, and sat down next to her.
Keely's heart raced. "Oh no. You're not breaking up with me? Is it because I fell asleep in the movie? Because it totally wasn't the movie. I was just really tired, and you know, it's three o'clock in the morning. I swear, if you put the movie on at two o'clock in the afternoon, I'd watch it all the way through. Please don't break up with me because of it."
Phil took Keely's hand. "I'm not breaking up with you."
"You promise?" Keely asked, breathing slowly.
Phil nodded. "I'd be crazy to. You're the most wonderful woman ever, and if I broke up with you, I'd be insane."
Keely smiled, wondering why she had just jumped to that conclusion. Even though deep down she knew the reason. She didn't feel that she was good enough to be with Phil. "Oh. Okay. So what is it?"
"Um... I don't know how to say this, so I won't say anything at all. I'll just let you read this," Phil said, handing over the piece of paper in his hand.
Keely read it, the black print cutting through her heart like a knife. "Phil? Please tell me you wrote this..."
"Why would I write that?" Phil asked. "I would never write anything like that!"
Keely looked at the paper again. "I know. But if you had written it, I could have believed it was a joke. And the only other person I can think of, wouldn't have meant it as a joke."
"Keels, I didn't write it. But you and I both know who did," Phil said, his heart thumping.
Keely re-read it, again, and again. "Phil. When and where did you find this?"
"Um...just now. Outside the front door. Someone knocked again. And there was nobody there, so I closed the door. And then they knocked again, and I was all ready to yell at whoever it was, but when I opened the door, this was there," Phil said, knowing it wasn't the answer she wanted. But he had to tell her the truth.
Keely gulped. "So. When I opened the door.before you started the third movie...it was him?"
"Keely, we don't know that," Phil said, trying to put his arm around her.
"Yes. Yes I do! And he's out there now. Watching me. Phil, what am I going to do? What are we going to do?" Keely cried, running over to the window, and pulling the curtains shut.
Phil got up, and grabbed her, stopping her hysterical crying. "Keely. We're going to be fine. We have each other. And I promise. I will die, before Dean hurts you. I left him to hurt you once. I'm not going to do it again."
"Phil." Keely cried, her voice soft now. Her hysteria had calmed. Now she was just sobbing. "Phil.I don't want him to hurt you. I don't want him to hurt you."
Phil turned her, and looked her in the eye. "He's not going to hurt me. The only way he'd hurt me is if he hurt you. He could punch, and kick, and bite...he would never hurt me. Until he got his hands on you. Which isn't going to happen."
"How are you so strong through all of this Phil?" Keely asked, hugging him.
Phil didn't answer. He felt the need to be strong. But inside he was breaking down. Dean was out there somewhere. And while he still was, he wouldn't feel safe. Not until Keely was out of harms way.
"I know this is a bad time to say it Phil," Keely whispered, after a while of silence. "But I love you. And I'm truly happy, when I'm with you."
Phil smiled. "No Keely. That was a perfect time to say it. And you know that I love you too"
"I know that Phil," Keely mumbled, and closed her eyes.
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Dean stood outside the window. Keely had missed a crack in the curtains when she had flung them closed.
And so now, he was standing outside the window, looking in at "The Happy Couple'.
He knew they were getting married. He had spoken to the manager of the restaurant. When he had seen Mandy coming out in tears, he had been suspicious. The manager had ranted on and on about the argument, and finally Dean had discovered that it was about their engagement.
He almost felt sick as he watched Phil kiss the top of Keely's head.
She didn't need kisses.
She needed taught a lesson.
They both did.
Rolls eyes.
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I totally would've updated sooner, but this site has problems. So, I couldn't. So now I have about three chapters to post up...