Chapter 4: Confiding in Phil
Sam woke up on the floor, she guessed it was about four am because her grandfather clock had just chimed four strikes. Slowly, Sam got up and walked quietly over to the small lamp on the table next to the sofa. She turned it on. Sam gasped…
Stuart was lying on the floor, asleep, with his pants around his ankles, snoring gently. Sam looked down and realised that she wasn't wearing anything aside from a bra and socks. She walked across the room, silent as a ghost, and found her mobile phone. Quickly she dialled in Phil's number. 07839500459. One ring, two rings, three rings…Phil answered.
"Yeah, Phil here, wassa matter?"
"Phil, its Sam…"
"Sam? Whats up?"
"Sorry to bother you at this hour but I have a big problem!"
"Im listening…"
"I've just woken up. Phil, Stuart raped me last night…"
The phone went dead.
Less than five minutes later Phil was stood on the doorstep, franticly rapping on the glass. Sam opened the door and Phil, without a word, rushed past her.
"Where is he?"
"Living room."
Phil slammed open the door and kicked Stuart viciously in the ribs!
"Get up you lazy bastard!"
Stuart got up slowly. Pulled his trousers up and stared Phil straight in the eyes.
"Do you want to explain to me why firstly you are in my house, and secondly why you've just kicked me?"
"One, its not your house, and two, what I want to know is why the fuck you raped Sam last night!"
