Title: Blame us cause we are who we are and hate us cause you'll never get that far

Author: alienangel19852003

Rating: M, language and adult situations

Summary: AU. Enter a world where Phil's the rebel, Pim's the well behaved proper girl. Keely's the shy girl, Seth Wassumer is the most popular guy in school. Owen's a closeted cheerleader and Keely's only friend.

A/N: Keely's sister Calliope, is of course AJ Michalka if you've read Falling Through at all, she has kind of cameo in that one.Okay, um...M rated chapter. I think the title sums up the first part of it, nearing the end there is an intense scene between Keely and Bryce. If you don't feel comfortable, by all means stop there. It's been such a struggle to finally post this, I've had the chapter done for about a day or so my computer is really finicky, I should have another computer by this time next month, a new laptop!(hopefully).

"To be the friction in your jeans"

Phil took the whole not being able to talk to Keely at school thing in stride. He tried sneaking out and going to see her as often as he could, it went on for about a three and half weeks. Late night rendezvous, stolen kisses, and notes through the vent of her locker. It hard had to do things like that just to be with her. To see her sitting right beside him in class and not being able to talk to her for fear that it might get back to Bryce and he might hurt Keely.

One day whilst he was skipping gym and having a smoke in bookroom, which probably wasn't the wisest thing to do considering all of the present day text books, papers, and printer supplies lying around there. He peered out the door and saw Keely walking down the hall, he knew she should be in Ms. Feinstein's class this period. He smirked and grabbed her arm pulling her into the janitor's closet with him.

"Phil," she smiled, all her bruises had faded and it had been a while since Bryce had laid a hand on her, so she said.

"This is a surprise to say the least…" she said before leaning and kissing him.

He put his arms around her and all was right in his world, as he succumbed to her kiss. Allowing his tongue to playfully dance with hers. He gripped her hips, molding their bodies together. He needed her, he only felt whole when he was with her. Kissing her was heaven; he wondered what it would be like when they moved forward. It was never something he would intentionally rush, but sometimes his hormones got the best of him, but he managed to keep things in check.

She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against his and moaned.

"K–Keely, you can't…moan for me like that…" he whispered.

"Why?"

"You don't know what it does to me…"

"You don't know what your kisses do to me. It's like something inside me is waking up when you're with me. I feel…hot…you know…like turned on…" she whispered against his cheek.

"Oh…I'm sorry I taste like menthols…I needed a little smoke break after dealing with Seth the Overlord of English 3." He said changing the subject.

"I like it…" she whispered bringing her lips down to his neck.

Phil moaned his eyes falling closed.

Her hand slid down his chest to hook her finger through his belt loops as she assaulted his neck with wet kisses and little bites.

"Oh…Keely…" he moaned.

"You tease me like this all the time. And then we stop before things get complicated." She told him.

"Things are already complicated. It's hard to keep my resolve up when I'm with you Keel…"

"You don't have to…" she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, "I've been thinking a lot about us…and I know that I do want to do this, and I want it to be with you. I know that when we you'll take away all those horrible memories of what happened to me."

"I want that too." He whispered, "But I want it to be when you're sure you're ready."

"Mmmm…how about now?" she whispered, dangerously close to his ear.

He shuddered as she licked his earlobe; it had taken awhile for her to become this bold with him. He'd didn't think they'd ever get here. Maybe it was because he was used to more fast paced relationships. But he had gone farther with Keely than he had in those relationships. He loved her, and that was more than he could say for the faceless one night stands he'd had in the future.

"Please…" he hissed.

"What do you want Phil?" she whispered.

"You…" he whispered.

"You have me…" she told him, pressing herself against him.

Phil kissed her cheek and his hands roamed up and down her back finally cupping her ass. She whimpered and moved closer and crashed her lips upon his. He brought his hands up over her sides and finally to the front of her shirt. He pushed aside the front of her plaid shirt and ran his hands feeling her stomach through her shirt and cupping her breasts.

Keely moaned when he slid his hands up her stomach finally cupping her breasts. This was all relatively new to her; Bryce left her breasts alone for the most part, he had a one track mind and was consumed with seeking his own pleasure from her. Phil, was different, he seemed to want her to enjoy whatever they did together.

His lips were on her neck, she grunted. There was just something about his lips, his hands, and well all of him.

"Phil," she panted her hands tangling in his hair.

He bit her neck gently and she squealed. There were still lingering doubts swirling in her head. She lost herself in the sensations, and her fears melted. His hot passionate kisses made his way to her chest kissing the skin just above her tank top, her moans and whimpers increased as he slid a hand under her tank top, cupping one of her breasts through her bra.

She moaned loudly as his palm caused the lace to rub across her nipple.

"You like that?"

"Yes…" she panted there was a storm of sexual energy in her body, something she'd never felt.

"Would you like to go farther?"

"Yes…I mean…how much further?"

"I want to give you an orgasm Keely…"

"I didn't think I could. I thought only guys could."

"Oh…Keely…you've never ever touched yourself?"

"No…" she blushed.

"Babe, you've been missing out." He told her.

"Will it hurt?"

"No. It'll feel so good you'll wonder how you didn't know about it in the first place. I'd never do anything that would hurt after all you've been through." Phil told her.

She kissed him, "Show me."

"I'm gonna have to touch you…there…" he told her his hand sliding down her belly, to where her tank top stopped just above her low rise jeans.

"I've let you touch my heart." She said unbuttoning her jeans, she took his right hand in hers and slipped them both into her underwear.

He wiggled his finger and she nearly shouted but he kissed her in attempt to hold the shout in.

He broke off the kiss, "You've got to keep quiet, Ms. Levy's classroom is right next door."

Keely nodded and leaned on the bookshelf for support, he hadn't stopped wiggling his finger. She'd heard that girls touched themselves sometimes, but the stories she'd heard was that they went inside themselves. She didn't want to do that. It always hurt when Bryce did that.

"Damn, are you always so soaked when we're together?" he asked.

"A little, but never like this Phil…" she managed to gasp.

She bit her lip, as his other hand went up to cup her breast rotating his thumb around her nipple teasing it through her bra. She'd been a little turned on before but they'd went so much farther today. He kissed her neck before lifting her shirt a little ways asking permission with his eyes. She nodded and let him continue, her eyes falling closed as he continued to pleasure her.

She had to stifle her grunts and groans, as he steadily drove her to the point of no return. But when Phil lifted up her bra exposing her breasts to him she couldn't help but moan out loud when his lips descended upon them. His finger steadily stroking her until something amazing happened, it was like someone set off fireworks inside her. She went off like a rocket. She whispered his name and buried her face in his neck.

When she finally recovered, he was looking at her with a positively hungry expression on his face. He brought his hand up and licked her juices off his fingers. She shuddered realizing he was tasting her; a whole new world of possibilities became open to her.

"That was so beautiful Keely," Phil said after he'd finished licking his fingers.

The door was thrust open, and they both gaped at Ms. Levy who was standing there.

"I'm sorry." The woman stammered exiting the room.

"Shit…" Keely said hopping off the counter and pulling her bra and tank top back over her breasts.

"Stupid door doesn't have a lock. I should have used the Wizard to lock it. I'm sorry Keely."

"Don't be sorry Phil…that was…worth any amount of trouble we may get in, I didn't know anything could feel like that."

Keely's eyes fell on the bulge in his jeans, she licked her lips. She wondered then what it would be like to go all the way with Phil. Did he know other ways to please them both? Suddenly Ms. Levy's abrupt arrival and exit no longer interested her.

The door opened again, and Ms. Levy stepped inside closing it behind her, Phil eyed the stout woman. He could feel Keely's eyes on him, she ignored Ms. Levy entirely.

"I'm not going to tell anyone I saw you two in here. I know about everything that's going on. I'm one of the few faculty members who are pushing for you two to work it out okay. And I also wanted to say that what you're doing isn't very careful." Ms. Levy told them.

"We weren't doing that." Phil said.

"I know the two of you are smart enough to use the proper precautions when you are doing that. But I might not have been the one to walk in on you two it could have been someone who isn't too keen on seeing you kids together." And with that the woman turned and walked from the room.

"So she isn't going to tell anyone?" Keely asked.

"Idon't think so,and I must say that's certainly a relief." He said, "You should probably head back to class."

"What about you?" she asked.

"You don't really want to do that…do you?"

"I want you to feel good too Phil…"

Phil bit his lip she seemed sincere. But he knew she was probably going to do it just to keep him happy with her. She'd told him all about her childhood and the thing that happened to her early on. Her father leaving, that stuff with Ford, and finally what was happening now. He could see why she would think that she would have to please him just so he'd stay around.

"I know you do, but I don't want you to think that if you don't then I'll leave."

"I know you won't leave me Phil. You've been there for me all this time."

"Oh…you're afraid that if you don't please me then I'll stop doing it to you?" he asked.

She nodded blushing.

"Keely, you never have to return any favors with me. I please you because I want to, and I'm not expecting anything in return." Phil said.

"Did you touch that guy Ford because he touched you?"

There was a lengthy pause as she contemplated what he'd asked.

"That and the fact that I didn't want him to leave. I knew it was wrong after awhile, and I told my grandma." Keely said.

"You told me that. I don't think we can go much further than this until you understand that I'm not a horny passerby in you're life I love you. And it's not based on circumstances; I won't leave until you tell me to." He told her.

"So you'll never leave me?"

He smiled, "So you'll never tell me to go away?"

"Never," she put her arms around his neck and softly kissed his lips.

The bell rang, "I'd better go." She said.

"I'll take care of my little problem… don't worry about it…" he said.

"I bet it's hardly little."

"Keely!" he admonished blushing.

"You know you love me." She said making her way out of the book room.

He did love her; she seemed to blossom into this funny crazy girl right before his eyes in the past three weeks. He'd known that same girl was hidden underneath the fear and the pain all the time. He'd brought her out and if he had anything to do with it the world would see what a beautiful person Keely was.

Later that night, Keely was alone in her bedroom strumming her acoustic she was playing the song she was working on in Messerschmitt's class it was finished now. She had given the lyrics to Calli and played the melody that went along with her words, and it wasn't long before her sister had sorted out the chaos on her paper and found a chorus that fit perfectly.

"Your life plays out on the shadows of the wall

You turn the light off to erase it all

You wonder what it's like to not to feel worthless

So open all the blinds and all the curtains" she sang.

"Wow. Keely, I didn't know you could sing…" Phil's voice came from behind her.

"You should really think of getting a little bell to put around your neck to warn me when you're sneaking up on me, anyways, I'm not all that great of a singer."

"I think you are." He said.

She turned around and set her guitar on the floor leaning it against her closet on the other side of the bed.

"You're probably the only one."

"I'm not. And you know it. Did you write that yourself?"

"Most of it, Calli helped. She made the verses flow and she wrote the chorus, I couldn't have done it without her."

"Does she sing and play as well?" he asked.

"Yeah, we both play guitar and piano. Grandma Norma Jean gave us lessons a long time ago." Keely said.

"My sister plays the violin and the harp. I just like to bang a few out on drums, I've tried bass, and guitar, but they don't really work for me."

Keely smiled, "Hmm…maybe we could start a band."

"We could…" he said causally taking a seat on her bed beside her.

"But I was thinking maybe we could do something else right now."

"I was thinking that too."

She leaned over kissing him as she straddled his lap. Her night shirt riding up her thighs as she did so. His hands slid up her bare thighs and up under her shirt finally coming to rest on her hips.

She broke the kiss for air and pushed him back on her bed, she wanted to explore every aspect of sexuality with him. He would teach her how good it could be. His hands slid from her hips down to cup her ass through her panties.

She thrust her hips rocking against his erection.

"Keely…" he gasped.

"You like that?"

"Yeah…" he panted, "Keely–"

"Phil, I want this…" she paused to writhe some more enthralled by the way his puffed out zipper brushed against her, she pulled her t-shirt over her head.

"Baby," he panted running his hands up her sides to cup her bare breasts.

"I want you to feel what I felt when you touched me. Someone I loved was showing me they loved me physically."

"Keely…" he grunted.

She kissed his neck, worrying his throbbing pulse point with her teeth. He gasped and shuddered before reversing their positions. Her hands went instinctively to work the buttons on his pants. He slid them off along with shoes; he climbed back on top of her. And she hooked her legs around his waist.

"Need you…" she whispered.

He kissed her throat, "I need you too."

He writhed with her pressing up against her creating a lovely friction for both of them. They were so lost in the sensations they didn't her the footsteps coming up the stairs nor did they hear someone try to open the locked door, but they definitely heard Bryce burst the door open and make his grand entrance.

"What in the hell is this?" Bryce demanded after he'd flicked on the lights.

Phil and Keely separated and made haste to find their clothes.

"You worthless little slut, I can't believe you are in this house fucking him. I thought I told you to stay the hell away from him." Bryce shouted.

"We're in love, and it's really hard to keep to two people in love apart. We're going to be together Bryce, know that." Phil said quickly pulling on his pants.

"Phil is right; I will find a way to be with him."

"The two of you misunderstand; it's I who has all the power. If I want to I call my dispatch and tell her that I found some two bit punk in here fucking my stepdaughter, and I can have you arrested for trespassing. That's private property." Bryce said.

"She's a person not your private property. If you want a maid hire one, of you want sex rent a prostitute." Phil told him.

"Why buy what I have here already? She's good too you know, hot and tight. When she cries…it's just so much better."

Keely could feel the anger pouring off of Phil, "Shut up! You're a sick motherfucker. There is really something completely fucked up in your head!" Phil shouted.

Keely was sobbing, "He is sick! You know that? You're fucking sick. I'm not your property and I never will be."

"You will not talk back to me. You are a filthy little whore, you love being fucked until you can't stand up. I haven't been giving it to you lately so you sneak this little punk in to fuck you raw." Bryce sneered.

"Shut up!" Phil shouted, "She is not a whore, she's a good girl and I will not allow you to say shit like that to her!"

"Oh…protective your little slut still? After last time I would have thought some idiot rebel without clue like yourself might have wised up a bit but I guess I was wrong."

"This time I really will kill you." Phil said.

"What's going on in here?" Calli asked standing on the threshold of the doorway.

"Get out here Calli!" Keely shouted.

"Let her stay the festivities are just beginning." Bryce smirked.

"Phil? What are you doing here?"

"He was here to fuck your sister into the mattress. I hope whatever you did was worth it because both of your lives have become a living hell, and guess what Satan ain't got shit on me." Bryce said.

"Now, either you tell your little friend you won't see him anymore, and I'll leave him alone."

"No!" Keely screamed, her body heaving with sobs.

Bryce was more collected than the last time they met like this, he didn't make the mistake of coming near Phil this time.

"I won't stop trying to see her unless she tells me to go."

"Fine. When she's strapped down in some hospital like her mother. Facing the possibility of never feeling the sun on her face again, you might come to regret your decision." Bryce said.

Phil looked at Keely; she knew he would do anything to protect her.

"I'll go…but I'll never really leave you Keely. If you need me you know where to find me." Phil turned back to Bryce, "And I swear if you do anything to her, I will kill you and I don't give a shit what your piggie buddies will do to me." Phil said.

"Get out of here boy. And use the stairs, I don't want you breaking your neck climbing down that rusty pipe, so you mother can come over here raising hell." Bryce said.

Phil glared Bryce down before stalking past Calli and going downstairs, he'd been mad as hell but he'd kept his anger in check the last time he went off on Bryce it was horrible for Keely.

He made it home and climbed back through his bedroom window to find his mother sitting in his room.

"You go off to buy more of this?" she asked holding up what was left of his baggie of pot.

"No, if you must know I went to see Keely." he told her.

"I thought her stepfather forbade you two from seeing each other?"

"He did, I snuck in and we kinda got caught in a bit of an adult situation. But I really love her Mom. And he says that if I continue to come around seeing her then he would put her away like he did her mother. Keely isn't crazy and I don't think her mother was either. It was all just a part of some fucked up game of his. I don't know what to do. I want to see her but I don't want him to hurt her. But I know he'll hurt her either way." Phil told his mother.

"So this is what's been going on, was Keely's stepfather the guy you fought that time?"

"Yes…"

"Why didn't you tell me Phil?"

"Because I didn't want to need help with this, I can't even protect my girl," he sat down on his bed.

"I've ran every option, I've tried killing him, I found that I couldn't do it no matter how horrible he was to her. I tried doing what I was supposed to and staying away from her for the most part. But I can't stand to be away from her." Phil said.

"Phil…I didn't know this was going on. So Keely's stepfather hits her?"

"He beat her half to death he night he found us together before. And tonight he kept going on and on about how she was his property." Phil said.

"Oh poor Keely…what can I do to help?"

"We've got to get those girls the hell out of that house." Phil said, "But we can't go to the police, they never really get anything done anyways."

"Why can't we go to the police?"

"He is the police. He's got everyone in this town in his pocket, if Keely were to tell anyone I don't think they'd believe her, and if we told he'd probably make her deny it, she would probably deny it anyway in exchange for my safety."

"Phil, we'll figure something out, Keely is a nice girl. I don't like the idea of some guy that is supposed to protect her and the community abusing her. Why would he do something like that?"

"He's insane; you can look in his eyes and see that he's twisted."

"There is something off about his eyes, this little glimmer of something…" his mother agreed.

"He came around here?"

"Yes, he was asking about you, and about the family. I didn't tell him much of anything."

"Why was he snooping?"

"He wanted me to be on the look out for Keely coming over, he said he didn't allow her to date boys and that you shouldn't be offended. I knew you would be so I didn't tell you. I thought it was strange, him coming over and all. But it makes sense now."

"What if I took them away? Both Keely and Calli, they have an aunt in Arizona. They might be safe there." Phil said.

"Maybe once this is over it might be a good idea, but running away won't solve anything."

"But I have to do something now. I have a feeling things will only get worse." Phil said.

"Phil, I know we'll come up with something. You're a good boy and I feel badly for doubting you but the past, or well in our case the future was all I could see and assume about your motives now." She said.

"It's understandable." Phil replied.

"You try to get some sleep, and I'll talk to your sister about this she might have some light to shed on the situation, you know what a strategist she is."

"Pim? Does she still think being her is ruining her journey to become President of the United States, Allied Regions, and Galaxies?"

"I think she might have gotten over it a little bit, it'll be a really great learning experience for her when she does run, dealing with the uncertainty of these times."

"But doesn't that give us all an unfair advantage we know what's going to happen, we have lots of money, due to the fact that everything's more expensive in the future. We know where to invest when not to travel this and that." Phil said.

"Well, maybe so. But maybe being here will make us better people, we have to know when to use that wisdom and when not to. And what's happening with Keely isn't something that you already know to the answer to it's something that we'll all have to work out together."

Phil considered this and the more he thought about it he realized she was right, in being her and meeting her he'd become a better person. He wasn't a real bad guy before, but he didn't really give a thought to other people, some would say he was careless and wild. But when Phil thought about the guy he used to be he just saw a selfish asshole who only thought about his next high or what song he wanted to jam out to, or what girl he wanted to fuck. It had barely been a month since they'd arrived, he couldn't believe he'd changed so quickly and he'd always heard old habits died hard.

Keely was lying in her bed long after Phil had gone and way after Bryce had given his ultimatum. She'd been considering it. He'd told her if she left Phil alone and came to him when he wanted, then the beatings would stop and he wouldn't lock her away, or hurt Phil and Calli.

The longer she thought about the more she realized her decision was already made. But there were conditions to his ultimatum, he wanted her not to just lie there when he took her to act like she wanted him, and sometimes to willingly initiate it or he'd go down the hall to Calli's room and take her.

The second condition was she had to have a really bad break up with Phil at school the next day and make him believe she didn't want to be with him anymore or Bryce would have something done to Phil. He said that he would either have him arrested for what happened the night of the fight or he would plant some kind of drugs on him. But knowing Phil he probably had pot on him anyway. She had to protect him he'd done so much to try to help her.

He'd shown her love, and now she was going to have to break his heart. She couldn't do that with shattering her own, they belonged together there was no one else for her. And if she let him go she wouldn't find anyone else who'd fight to save her from Bryce and she'd never have the strength to get away on her own.

She made her way out her bedroom and soundlessly down the hall to the master suite, she slowly pushed open Bryce's bedroom door.

"So you've made up your mind." he said pulling the covers back on the bed for her.

"Yes, I have. This is wrong, and we both know that. But know that I'm doing this for them."

"I don't care," he said.

She walked over to the bed and pulled her nightshirt over her head. She stood there naked in front of him. He licked his lips and stared at her body hungrily, the way that he did every other time, but this time he was waiting for her to make a move.

She was shaking trying to hold back her tears, she didn't want this she wanted Phil. Slowly she climbed on top of him and into the bed, his hands slid up her bare thighs. She guided him into her.

"Kiss me…" he commanded.

She did, offering up no emotion how wrong this was registered with her. He moaned moving her over on to her back. She moved with him, doing exactly what he asked of her, it was over fast. He rolled off her spent.

"Go take a shower and go to bed." He told her.

She was happy about being permitted to take a shower, but disgusted with herself for doing what she did and enjoying it a little. She collected her shirt and made her way down the hall. A gruff and unfeeling sexual encounter wasn't what she wanted, but it was what she had to go through.

"Keely, what did you do?" Calli asked opening the door to their adjoining bathroom door once Keely was inside.

"I fucked him," Keely said flatly, her voice devoid of emotion.

She thought she would cry about what she'd done, but she felt so broken like a shell of herself. Everything she thought was good and righteous she went against that. She cheated on Phil. He surely wouldn't want her now.

"What?"

"Did you hear that ultimatum?"

"Yes, but you didn't have to do that…"

"Yeah, I did…" Keely said.

"Keely…"

"I have to break up with Phil…" she said, "It's going to kill us both…and I have to tell him what I did with Bryce." Keely said.

"You don't have to protect him he's a big boy." Calli said, "And I'm a big girl, you've suffered enough for me."

"Calli, we've been over this. It's done and over. You go to school get good grades and go to some college far away so you won't have to deal with this..."

"What about you?"

"What about me? This is my life, I might as well just accept it and move on."

"You don't believe that." Calli said.

"I can't keep holding on to hope that a prince is going to come and rescue my from my psychotic stepfather. I need to just accept my life as it is and deal with it."

Calli frowned and left the room. Keely could tell she'd been crying, she knew her sister felt such intense guilt that Keely had to bear the brunt of Bryce's attentions and frustrations. Calli would willingly stand in her place, but Keely would never let her, she wouldn't wish this perdicament on her worst enemy, not even Tara Schrader.

Keely sighed, and took off her nightshirt and got in the shower. She felt the hot water pound her skin, she had betrayed Phil. She leaned her head against the shower wall and banged her fist against it, a deep sob stuck in her throat.

Tears escaped her resolve she was crumbling, whenever she thought she was going to be okay it all fucked up again. Everything was falling down. She was fucking the man she hated and throwing away the love of the man she was in love with.

She didn't sleep well that night rising at six to make breakfast. Bryce came in and smiled knowingly at her, she wanted to throw up. He groped her reaching around to touch between her legs. The sensations she felt was nothing like when Phil touched her.

She moved away from him when Calli came in. Breakfast was quieter than usual. Keely went up to get ready for school knowing the impending breakup was looming over her.

She slipped a note in his locker, telling him to meet her in the book room again. She got there early; she couldn't stop crying for some reason as she formulated what she was going to tell him. Nothing she came up with worked.

"Keely,"

"Phil…" she sobbed, crumbling completely.

"Keels, did he hurt you?"

She shook her head, "No…"

"Why are you crying?"

"I can't see you anymore." She couldn't meet his eyes.

"What?"

"He's said he'd hurt Calli if I don't stop seeing you."

"He doesn't have to know."

"He always finds out Phil! I don't want you to get hurt either." Keely said vehemently.

"I don't care." Phil told her.

"Maybe you'll care about this," Keely paused to tell him the one thing she knew would hurt, "I fucked him."

"What?"

"Last night, I came in his room took off my clothes and fucked him." She shouted.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to!" she shouted she felt dirty and disgusted with herself all over again.

"Keely," he whispered tears in his eyes, she knew that she'd done it.

"Go away Phil. I'm telling you to leave me."

"Keely you don't mean that."

"Yes, I do now what are you still standing here for? Go…"

He looked at her with a sad expression she'd never seen his brown eyes so sad the look on his face was a mixture of shame, sadness, and disgust. She was certain he hated her now, for being so low, so weak and so cheap. She had become everything Bryce said she was a filthy whore.

"Bye Keely…" Phil whispered leaving her behind in the room.

Keely let out a pitiful wail of anguish and fell to her knees. She tried to convince herself of what had once been so sure. She thought she was doing the right thing in a horrible situation. Maybe she was making a horrible situation worse. But it was her only option.