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Chapter 31: Not My Fault I Fell In Love

Phil stands there wordlessly. She was back, after thinking that he would never see her again. But she was just there.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Phil?" she asks again, this time her smile falling. "Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to not let your girlfriend in?"

"I-I thought I told you to leave me alone," Phil says lowly, almost sounding angry. "Rosa, you know I am not one for extreme measures, but I will not hesitate to call the police on you."

"The police?" She laughs as if it was just another joke. "Now I know you don't have the guts for that, do you? You couldn't even tell them what happened to you. You're nothing but a wuss."

"Phil?" He can hear Dan yell from upstairs. "Are you done with the door? This video won't edit itself, you know?"

"Tell them, Phil." Her voice goes cold. She lifts the lid of the flat, rectangular gift box. Phil's fears are confirmed: inside the box is a knife, shining as if it was brand new.

"Rosa!" Phil turns around in panic and sees Abi walking towards the door with a bowl in her arms. "Merry Christmas! Or, belated Christmas, but you know what I mean. Do you want to come in? I am making Boxing Day cookies! And dinner should be pretty cool too if you want to hang out with Phil."

"I mean, if Phil isn't busy," she says slyly, looking at Phil, "I would love to stay over."

She faces him with an innocent grin. "So what do you say, Phil?"

Phil gulps — he couldn't let her hurt anyone else.

"Come in, Rosa," he says through gritted teeth. "Stay as long as you like."

"Thanks!" she chirps, walking into the house. "Man, I feel as if I have never been in here before! Your hours is absolutely beautiful!"

Her accent wasn't as peppy as it was before.

"Jesus, Phil, are you caught up with some salesman again—" Dan starts off as he goes down the stairs, Striker trailing behind him, and stops when he saw Rosa. He looks at Phil suspiciously, but grins anyway, going down to give her a hug.

"Rosa! You're not an annoying salesman pitching us crappy Boxing Day stuff!" he exclaims in their embrace, and Rosa laughs.

"No, I'm not!" she says, keeping him in the hug for longer. She stares at Phil and winks, and Phil looks horrified. She's holding the knife, she's too close, she's going to—

"Anyway, why don't I make you some tea?" Abi's voice snaps them out of their embrace, and Phil looks at Abi, almost dumbfounded. Either way, he quietly trails behind Rosa, who makes her way to the lounge.

"Do you have some of that honey-flavoured tea y'all brought to work?" she asks as she makes herself comfortable. "That stuff was amazing."

"We might have some leftovers," Abi says, moving to the kitchen. "Hey, Dan, do you mind helping me with the food?"

"Can I eat it?" he retorts, and Abi's cheery laugh merely echoes in Phil's ears.

"That's for later," Abi says sternly. "We need to make dinner for the whole family now."

Family. The fact that Rosa was considered family made Phil sick. He looks at her, trying to determine what her plan was. She grins.

"I feel like we're going to have a lovely night," she says with a smug smile, "don't you?"

"Abi, this looks delicious!" Rosa exclaims as she sits herself at the dining table.

"Thank you!" Abi replies, pouring food in Striker's bowl. "It's hard not to learn how to cook while I'm surrounded by Delia Smith fanatics."

"Delia Smith knows what's she's doing," Dan retorts. "Delia Smith is a goddess."

"You sound like a brainwashed-version of your internet persona," Abi says sarcastically, finally sitting down at the table. Phil remains quiet, and Dan finally takes notice.

"Phil?" His head went up at the sound of his name. "Is everything okay? You've been pretty quiet all night."

"Yeah, Mario Kart is usually a lot more intense," Abi points out. Rosa looks at him smugly, and Phil gulps.

"I…"

He was going to tell them, he really was, but the way Rosa stared him down; it made him feel like he was the only person in the room in control of the gun attached to everyone's heads.

"Come on, honey. Spit it out." Rosa's voice sounded like a drill in his ears. "It honestly can't be that bad."

Phil gulps, poking his fork at the ball of rice on his plate and watching it break open.

"It's nothing," Phil answers distractedly, and that was the end of the conversation.

"Are you sure?" Abi asks again, but Phil shakes his head.

"How was your Christmas, Rosa?" Phil asks instead, and Rosa's smug smile brightens in less than a second.

"It was lovely!" she chirps. "I was going to stay with some family, but I guess they didn't want me to be there, so I just spent my Christmas on Tumblr."

"I mean, I know Tumblr is an addictive place, but I'm sorry...about your family," Dan says quietly, and Rosa grins, leaning forward with her chin in her hand.

"You're too sweet, Howell," she says lowly.

She holds his gaze for a little while before Abi coughs, and she leans back in her chair.

Rosa adjusts herself in her seat and smiles politely.

"It is very nice of you to say so, Dan," she says, and Dan smiles nervously. "Don't worry about my family — when they found out about who I really was, they kind of disowned me. I really don't mind — it's not my fault I fell in love, right?"

The whole table is silent, but Phil is quietly fuming.

"I have to finish editing." Phil stands up from his seat, his plate still full of food, and begins to make his way upstairs.

"I can finish the editing if you'd like?" Dan offers.

"Listen to Dan, honey." He could hear Rosa's demands through her pretty smile.

Abi just stares at him, and Phil shakes his head.

"No, it's fine," he says at last. "I'm going to go upstairs and edit, and then buy some things for a video — I think I want to do a pastel video or something."

"Phil—"

"It was lovely to see you again, Rosa," Phil cuts Dan off. "If you are staying over, you know where the guest room is."

Everyone stares at him, slightly awestruck, and Phil just storms up the stairs. Everyone can hear the slam of his door, and Dan sighs.

"Excuse me," he mumbles, making his way upstairs to confront his friend. Abi and Rosa sit in an uncomfortable silence, and Rosa smiles — he was going to snap.

"Abi?" she asks sweetly. "How about I show you the gift I got for Phil?"

Dan can hear Phil's headphones muffling Muse's loud music and Phil humming absentmindedy. He slowly opened the door to see him tap his fingers against the mousepad.

"Phil?" he said, and Phil didn't seem fazed. He said again louder, "Phil!"

Phil looked up from behind his laptop screen and the headphones slipped off almost seamlessly. He paused the music and Dan walked in.

"Are you okay?" Dan asks quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed. "It, um, seemed like things got really rough down there...or to you, I guess — I don't really know what happened."

"Nothing important," Phil snaps, and Dan sighs.

"Phil, how long have I known you? Eight years?" Dan says with a sad smile. "You don't make eye contact when you are lying, and you always tap on the nearest surface."

Phil stopped tapping against the side of his laptop and finally stared up at Dan before he realized that he was crying.

"I-I'm sorry," he stutters.

"Sorry?" Dan says calmly. "You don't have to be sorry for anything."

"I-I do," he sobs, finally cracking. He furiously wipes the tears with the back of his hand and says, "This is just what she wanted me to do."

"She?" Dan asks, now concerned. "Phil, is there...is Rosa doing something to you?"

Phil nods.

"Something bad?"

Phil cries again, and Dan's heart breaks.

"What did she do, Phil?"

"This," Phil replies, his voice broken and his hands shaking. "She did this. She did this to me, and she did this to you, and to Abi, and our family."

Dan's eyes widen at Phil's sobs. That can't be right. Surely he must have it wrong.

"Rosa?" he whispered quietly, and Phil nods.

"She wants me gone," he says quietly. "She wants Abi gone too. She wants an end."

Phil doesn't even have to say the over-dramatic revelation.

"Boys?" Rosa's voice floats in their room, and Phil looks up at Dan when his eyes widen as large as his.

"I can't hear Abi."

Dan nearly stops breathing. He stumbles off Phil's bed and down the stairs, Phil's broken sobs following, and stops mid-way on the staircase.

Rosa is holding Abi against the fireplace, a knife to her neck and an empty gift box beside her foot. Abi is crying, and Phil knows that now it was all falling apart.

"Set up the guest room, will you?" Rosa says sweetly, pressing the knife against Abi's neck threateningly. "I feel like we're overdue for a sleepover."

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