For 2 years I have not updated this story. Hell in 2 years I haven't been on Fan fiction. But tonight I had the sudden urge to update this story. If there are still people reading this, I'm sorry I kept ya'll waiting so long. This chapter came to me while I was in the shower lol. To get what's going on in this chapter, you gotta read the rest b4 this, if you haven't. I was way younger when I started this and now that I'm older, hopefully there'll be better grammar and better punctuation. Because if you noticed, my punctuation wasn't so good. Tee hee Oh and basically this story has unexpectedly taken on a new turn. Anyways, here's chapter 12. Love you guys and Enjoy!
He woke up on his bed with a yell loud enough to wake up the neighborhood. He frantically looked around as if expecting something to pop out and attack him.
Nothing.
His body ached and throbbed. He reached up to his head and held it as if it would stop the pounding. He shivered and it was then that he realized that he didn't have a shirt on. "What the…?" The door opened up and someone walked in. In the dark he couldn't make out who it was.
"Oh you're awake." The voice said. "Here. Put your shirt back on and get out of the room. We're all waiting in the living room." And the person walked out.
Phil took the shirt that was thrown to him and put it on. He moved off the bed carefully and went to the door and locked it. He turned on the light and noticed that he was back in his old room. Nothing had changed except for the fact that his closet was cleaned out and his walls were stripped of all the band posters he had on the wall at one point in time. Now the questions arose in his mind. How did I get here? Where's Keely? Why am I back in my room? Do I have pants on? He looked down and saw that he had pants on. Ok one question answered, he thought to him self. With a sigh he opened the door of his room and limped out, closing the door behind him. He made his way down the stairs and into the living room. He was met by his parents and Pim. His mom was the first to get up. "Phil! Oh my God we thought we had lost you!" his mother said as she held him to her chest.
"Mom. Let him go. You're gonna suffocate him." Pim said as she pried her mother's hands off of him.
"What happened? Where's Keely?" Phil said.
"Just sit down for a second honey." Barb said. Phil sat down. For the first time he noticed just how tired they all looked.
"Keely's gone." Lloyd said. "We found her trying to drag you out of the back door. You were basically out cold. Pim here managed to take you away from her before she made a run for it. We haven't heard from her since."
Silence.
Lloyd blinked twice and said, "Mind telling us exactly why she's gone crazy and why she has this sick obsession with hurting you?"
"Yeah. Here I am thinking you and her were perfect and shit. What happened?" Pim said.
Phil wiped the sweat from his brow and stood up and went towards the window next to the front door. He looked out not saying a word. Lloyd got up and shut the blinds of the window he was looking through.
"Phil, we need to know so we can go to the cops about this!" He said impatiently.
"No! You can't involve the cops in this." Phil retorted.
"Oh? And why not huh? She put your life in danger. All our lives. She almost killed your mother and your sister. And if I was there, she would've probably killed me too. "
"And why weren't you there dad? Hmm? Where were you while your wife and your kids were in danger?! Oh I remember, watching a movie about pirates!"
"You're not putting this on me! If you hadn't done whatever it is you did, she would have had no use of coming in here. Thus, I would've watched my movie in peace. Thus, this scene wouldn't be taking place. THUS, the need to call the cops would be nonexistent. I want her in jail Phil and all I'm asking for is one reason why we can't call the cops"
"It's complicated dad. Ok? This isn't Keely. This isn't the Keely I know and it's sure as hell not the Keely I fell in love with. Something is wrong with her. And calling the cops is not gonna fix whatever's wrong with her. Just please, don't call the cops. I can handle it."
"The hell you are. Pim, hand me the phone!" Lloyd said.
"Lloyd wait!" Barb said. She got up from where she was sitting and made her way to the father and son. She turned to Phil and put her arms on his shoulder.
"Phil I know where you're coming from. And I get where your dad's coming from. You love Keely and you just want to help. But think about it Phil, this isn't Keely anymore. It's like she's possessed. If we don't stop her she's going to put all our lives in danger."
"I'm telling you, calling the cops is not going to fix a damn thing. Yes something's wrong with her. Don't you guys forget, we were best friends before we became a couple. And I'll always be a best friend first. And when I see my best friend in trouble, my only thought is to help her. Guys she's in trouble. Just please let me help her before you do anything." Phil concluded.
Lloyd sighed heavily and plopped down on the couch rubbing his temple. "You really love her don't you?" he asked Phil.
"With every fiber of my being" Phil replied.
Pim made a gagging noise. "Ugh, well if that wasn't as sappy as it gets then I don't know what—"
"Pim.." Barb warned raising an eyebrow. Pim rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen,
Phil looked out the window again wondering where Keely could've gone. His body was aching so much he didn't think he could muster up the strength to even look for her but he knew he had to.
Before Keely went berserk what had really happened? What was the purpose of someone breaking into their apartment and why did Keely suddenly become so enraged and filled with hate? And why was it all towards him? He grabbed his dad's car keys from the coffee table in front of him, took a jacket nearby and started for the front door.
"Wait, where're you going?" Lloyd said getting up.
"I'm gonna pay a visit to an old High school friend" was all Phil said before he walked out the door slamming it behind him.
Less than 20 seconds later, Phil was out of sight.