Try to own me
Keeping something that's not yours
The 20 year old Phil Diffy got out of the time machine and ran to the house he had visited so often, when he lived in that century. He knocked on the door, and prepared himself to meet Mrs. Teslow for the first time in 5 years. Or so his mind thought. For him it had only been a few days.
A much older looking Many Teslow opened the door, and gasped, upon seeing the person stood there. "Phil?"
"It's me Mrs. Teslow!" Phil smiled. "I moved back here this morning."
Mrs Teslow pulled the boy she had seen so much when he was a teenager, into a huge hug. "It's so good to see you!"
"Thanks Mrs. Teslow. I was actually hoping…" Phil began.
"To see Keely?" Mrs Teslow finished, knowingly.
Phil nodded. "Thanks Mrs Teslow."
"Well, she'll be at work right now, so I'll give you the address at her work place," Mandy said, and tried to find a bit of paper.
Phil smiled. "So…did she get to become a broadcaster?"
"Yes. I'm so proud of my muffin cake. She's on the news every day. Their most treasured announcer. I do wish she'd stop wearing those hideous polo-neck tops though. They just don't suit her," Mrs. Teslow smiled. "Oh, and Phil…she's getting married!"
Phil sighed. He knew that he'd hear this, but it still hurt.
"Are you okay with that Phillip?" Mandy asked, pausing to look at him for a second.
Phil nodded again. "I just want her to be happy. And if she is with him, then that's okay."
Mandy handed him the address, and hugged him once more. "It's been great to see you again Phil. And at just the right time. Can you keep a secret Phil?"
"Yes," Phil said.
Mandy leaned forward. "I always thought you and Keely would make a good couple. And I don't trust that Dean fellow. He dominates Keely entirely. She's not the same. I don't know what she's not telling me, but there's something. And I'm glad your back. She might open up to you. She just might…"
Keely finished her news report, and walked off the set. She sat in her dressing room, and just cried. Why was her life like this? Why was it so horrible? Why did Phil have to leave? Why did Dean have to walk in? Why? Why? Why?
"Why does God hate me?" Keely whispered to herself.
"He doesn't. It's impossible to hate you. Nobody could do it," A familiar voice behind Keely said, making her jump.
Keely sighed. "I've told you before, can you please just…" And then she saw his face. "Phil!"
I just looked back and realised how short these chapters are, and I'll try to make them longer! See, it's getting less depressing...it might reverse itself though. Depends how I feel when I'm writing the next chapter!