"Can you give us a minute...please?" she looked at Phil pleading.
"Hurry," he said bitterly.
Lilian and Mason hurried near the doors of the hotel.
"I'm going," she said.
"Are you insane!? Phil wasn't stable before! He's insane!"
"I'm not risking the whole group. If he kills me so be, as long as he leaves y'all alone."
"He won't though!" Mason exclaimed.
"I'll make sure y'all stay safe. Mason, I have to do this..."
Mason nervously ran his fingers through his blonde hair, they were both too stubborn for their own good. But Lilian had a point. And, even if Phil was lying, they'd be better prepared if she went now.
"Okay," he sighed.
"I love you," she leaned in and hugged her older brother. "Keep 'em safe."
He knew who she was referring to. Emily, Olivia, and Daryl.
"I love you too. And, I will. You keep yourself safe," he kissed her cheek. They walked back to Phil and his group.
"Okay, I'm coming," Lilian said. "Just let me go grab my stuff."
"Do it quick," Phil said. She nodded and hurried back into the hotel. Everyone was sleeping soundly, and she wanted to avoid waking them, so she walked stealthily. Once she got the her and Daryl's room, she turned the knob quietly, and pushed the door open. The last thing she wanted to do was wake Daryl. This is what she had to do. She had to leave, to protect the group.
Her bag was located in the far back corner. She made her boots tread lightly against the shag carpet. Her eyes were fully adjusted to the dark, which was thankful. Tripped would be bad. Lilian's eyes found the sleeping silhouette of Daryl. She felt so terrible for leaving like this. But, what choice did she have? She slipped the duffel bag over her shoulder, and walked over to the sleeping man.
"I love you," she pressed a light kiss on Daryl's forehead. He began to stir, but did not wake.
Lilian made her way back to the group awaiting outside. Phil grinned a stickly sweet grin at her, that suddenly made her skin crawl. He seemed...different now. Not himself. He seemed like a stranger had taken over his body, and now had an Ashur complex.
"Let's go," Phil commanded. Lilian obeyed and walked to his side, he ushered her into a near by car. She got in the passenger seat and looked out the window to Mason, sending one last look his way. "You're going to love Woodbury," Phil stated as they pulled away, off into the unknown.
AN: When I said "Ashur complex" I mean like a rapist type creep. For those of you that don't watch Spartacus (you should) but Ashur was a major creeper in that and anytime someone creeps me out, I say they have an Ashur complex. And to anyone that didn't know who Phil was, you should know. Sorry it was short, but I wanted to get this next part out here so I couldn't forget. I hope y'all liked it :). Reviews are greatly encouraged!