But I can't go back
Cause I know it's wrong
For us to go on

Keely lay, unconscious on the floor next to the wall. A bruise was forming on her forehead.

"Keely!" Phil cried, and ran to make sure she was breathing. "Keels, please be okay. I'm here. I'll help you. Keely…"

He grabbed his cell phone, and dialled 911.

"Hello. Which service do you require? Ambulance, police or fire service?" The operator asked in a calm voice.

Phil thought for a second. "Ambulance please. And you might want to send a police car."

"I'll put you through to the ambulance service," the operator said, and then another voice spoke. "Hello?"

Phil sighed. "Hi. Um…my friend. She's been beaten up. By her fiancé. She's unconscious, but I think she's still breathing. I mean, she had a pulse and her chest keeps going up and down."

"Can you tell me where you are sir?" The voice asked, eerily calm.

Phil racked his brains. "Well, I'm at Redgrove Close. I don't know what number. I haven't seen her for years, and I only just met up with her again today. It's the one with the red car out front."

"Okay, sir. We'll be there in about five minutes. Make sure she keeps breathing. What's her name?" The person asked.

"Keely. Keely Teslow. She'll be alright, won't she?" Phil said.

The voice sounded warm now. "Keep your fingers crossed. The fact that she's breathing is a very good sign."

Phil hung up, and then took of his coat and wrapped it round Keely, who was growing cold. "Come on Keely. You're going to be alright. Do you remember? I'm going to protect you. No matter what."

He remembered Keely singing, and smiled. It wasn't the time for smiling, but memories brought back so much.

"You're, always there for me, when I need you most, day and night, you're by my side, protecting me," Phil sung softly, as he, sat, Keely's head on his lap, waiting for help to arrive. If only Dean didn't arrive beforehand.

"Hello?" A friendly voice downstairs caused Phil to stop singing for a moment.

Phil sighed with relief. "We're up here! She's up here! Keely, it'll be alright. Help is here now."

After filling the paramedics in on what he had found, he stood back, as they put a mask on Keely's face.

"What's that for?" Phil asked, panicking.

The woman, looked up at him, and smiled. "It's to help her breathing. She looks fine. We're going to have to take her in though."

"Okay. Just as long as she's safe," Phil said, relieved.

The paramedic looked at him. "I'm guessing you're the person who made the call."

Phil could only nod.

"So, do you know what happened?" The paramedic asked.

Phil swallowed. "Yes. Her fiancé. He hurts her. He hits her. I met up with her for the first time in five years again today. I had to go away. We were best friends before I went though. Maybe even something more. Or we could have been. If I hadn't had to move. But then today, I came back. As soon as I saw her I knew that something was wrong. I could just tell. But she told me it was nothing. Then I saw that on her face, she had a bruise. So I asked her. And she told me. It all. She didn't want to at first. But eventually she did. And then I left her here. She said she didn't want me to tell anyone, but I promised myself that if it got any worse, I'd tell. I would have had to. And then, she promised to call me. As soon as her fiancé had gone to bed, or gone out. And she never did. So I came here, and the door was open, and I came up here, and she was just lying here. On the floor. I thought she was dead."

The paramedics took Keely out, and put her into the ambulance. Phil followed her, but hesitated outside the ambulance.

"Well, are you coming, or not?" The paramedic who wasn't driving asked.

Phil didn't need to think twice, and so he climbed into the ambulance, not caring that the residents of Redgrove Close were watching his every move.

He took Keely's hand as the ambulance began to move. "And when it's my turn, to help you out, I'll gladly lift you up, without a doubt, whenever, wherever, you'll protect me, no matter what…"

"What are you singing?" The woman asked.

Phil looked over at Keely. "She wrote it. In high school. She conquered her stage-fright. Apparently thanks to me. And then she dedicated the song to me, just before she came third in the competition. She was amazing."

"You were amazing tonight. Helping your best friend that you haven't seen in years," The paramedic came and sat next to him. "Keep singing. She might recognise it."

Phil smiled weakly. "You'll hold me tight, with all your might, and you'll never let, let me go, whoa…"

"Protecting me…" A weak voice came from the stretcher. "Phil?"

"Keely!" Phil cried, and his heart soared as Keely's eyes slowly flickered open.

Keely winced at the light. "Phil…Dean…he hit me…"

"I know Keels, but he's not going to get you anymore. The police are examining everything in your house right now. He's going to go to prison Keely. And you won't have to worry," Phil said.

Keely smiled as Phil took her hand and promised. "Thank you, Phil. For protecting me."

Hardly any more depressing-ness...i think. The story should be finished in about 3-4 more chapters...