You're still haunting me
In my sleep
You're all I see
Keely lay in her bed, hoping that Phil could make his promise come true. He promised that she'd be okay. That he'd protect her.
She heard Dean enter the house, and slam the door violently. She gulped. He was in a bad mood. Which was never good.
She curled up tight in the covers as she heard him crashing up the stairs. "Keely!"
"Yes?" She called and stood up, trying not to let on how afraid she was. If she gave him the slightest inclination that someone knew about what he did to her, Phil wouldn't be able to protect her from what was to follow.
He walked in, and on his face was an expression that could melt metal. "Where's my dinner?"
"Um…it's midnight," Keely said, meekly.
Dean tilted his head on one side. "Did I ask what time it was?"
"No…" Keely whispered.
He pulled his arm back, and Keely bared herself for the impact. "So don't tell me what the time is. I asked where my dinner was. Now answer the question."
Keely opened one eye. "Um…I'll just go and make it."
"No. Don't bother. If you couldn't be bothered to make your fiancé dinner, you need to be taught a lesson. And I just have time to teach you that lesson," Dean said, coming forward, edging slowly towards Keely.
"But…" Keely said, backing away. "Where are you going?"
Dean sneered. "None of your business. It's not like you'll be able to come with me, is it?"
"Why not?" Keely asked as her back hit the wall.
He just laughed, pulled back his fist…
And then the world went black.
"Keely!" Phil called as he ran round the street that he had dropped her off at. He had driven her to her house, but she had declined the invitation of some company. Just in case he came back. But now, in the dark, all the houses looked the same, and he couldn't remember which house was hers.
She had promised him that she would call. As soon as Dean had gone to bed. But now it was two' o'clock in the morning, and Phil didn't think that Dean would still be up. Not according to the Giggle's calculations of how much alcohol he consumed each night. So that meant one thing. He had hurt her. Badly. But until Phil saw her, he wasn't sure how bad.
The police had just told him that she had forgotten to call. But that wasn't like Keely. She wouldn't forget to call. She spent hours on the phone to him five years ago. She wouldn't make him worry by not ringing him. Not even leaving a message.
He ran up the path to a house that had a light on. A man answered, and he looked like he was just about to go to bed.
"Hi. Um…I'm looking for the house that Keely Teslow lives in. I think she lives with her fiance. It's urgent," Phil said.
The man looked confused, but after looking Phil straight in the eye, and obviously deciding that he wasn't a criminal, he pointed at a house that was about two houses along.
"Thanks. Sorry to disturb you," Phil cried, and ran to the house that the man had pointed out.
He ran up the pathway, and pounded on the door. "Keely! Keely, are you alright? Keels, answer the door! It's me! Phil!"
Neighbours around, looked out of their windows, but Phil paid no notice. Nobody was answering the door, but there was a light on in the window. Keely's car was in the driveway. "Keely! I'm coming in Keels!"
He pulled out the Wizrd, and concealing it from the prying eyes all around him, pressed a button that disabled the lock. "Keely!"
He ran through all the rooms in the house. Nothing. Nobody there.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he ran into the bathroom, and then his eyes hovered on the bedroom door which was closed.
He ran over to it, and slowly opened it, hoping that he wouldn't see what he most feared.
But he did.
Another evil cliff-hanger, but the next chapter will also be up today. Hope you like it. The next one will be totally less depressing. Although I think all of the chapters will have been less depressing than this one!