Save Me, Phil Lester

Chapter 3

Well, this is just great. Phil and I are stuck in the back of this stupid van that is bringing us god knows where.

We have been driving for a good two hours, but it's mainly in a circle. We already passed Starbucks once to see how far the police are. After that we went on the highway leaving the great city of London.

Phil and I are sitting behind the last row of sets. I was in deep thought about Logan, my family, and Dan. I felt so guilty for there deaths. I knew I couldn't do much about Logan's or my families death other than said to go somewhere else. Dan, on the other hand, was the one I could have stopped. Then Phil wouldn't be here with me and I probably wouldn't be here either. I would still be lost in London.

"You're thinking about your family aren't you." Phil said giving me a worried face.

"Yes I am. Can you make me forget where I am?" I asked being really desperate.

Phil then told me crazy story about when he was younger to pass the time away and until I fell asleep.

When I woke up we were still on the road. Phil was awake, too.

"Staci, I told you about my life now it's your turn."

"Okay, i grew up in the cheese state of Wisconsin on a farm. We had cows, horses, chickens, pigs , and a giant koi pond. I was home schooled until sixth grade. Before that I feed the animals and took care of them. My mom would always have me come in for lunch so I could start my lessons. I had to have sit down learning time three hours everyday from Monday thru Friday. That was my moms rules. I would already be ahead one month by the second week of the school year on the website that we used. My adviser was astonished that I only did three hours a day and I would already be a month ahead. That was when I was in first grade. I was completely done with that year by Thanksgiving. They knew I couldn't just do nothing until next fall so they started me on second grade, then third, then fourth, then finally fifth. By the end on my first grade year I already was qualified to be a sixth grader."

"My parents decided to have me go to public school that next year. I was a seven year old sixth grader. Everyone else was 11 and 12. I proved myself the very first day that I was smarter than every person in that grade and the next two up. The teachers assigned me extra homework just to keep me busy. That whole year the teachers, my parents, and the principle had meeting together to try to get me moved to high school."

"They finally got that to go so the next year they had me be a freshman in high school. I was bullied all the time. I never had a study hall. I took the hardest classes that they offered for each class. I got over a 98% in all my classes my whole high school career. Almost all of the colleges wanted me. I was going to be a thirteen year old college student. Harvard even wanted me. I turned down that to go to be a doctor. Many people said I should be a scientist, but a doctor in it's own way is a scientist, too."

"I took my time in college. It took me 8 years to graduate to become a doctor. I took thirteen years in college for medicine, teaching, and translator. There that's my schooling. I'm not telling you anymore."

"Okay, Staci, you don't have, too. What about we sleep the rest of the trip?" Phil asked looking really sad and wanting to escape this hell. I nodded and laid down. Sleep overtook me as quickly.

I didn't wake up until the guys were back grabbing us forcefully.

I didn't put up a fight because even though I slept the whole trip, I was still tired. Fighting would be wrong since they could do a lot worse than they already did since we are at their home turf.

I got carried by one of the guys while they forced Phil to walk. I'm actually glad that they carried me because if they didn't I would probably try to run. That wouldn't work that well so I'm glad.

Phil looked like he was going to faint as he walked up the path that lead us to the house in which we would call home for a long, long time.

When we got into the house they quickly brought us up these stairs and down a long hallway leading to our "bedroom". I was set on the bed, while Phil collapsed onto the ground in the corner of the room.

The one that carried me quickly said, "There is a couple of rules that you must follow. One, you must be quiet. No yelling, screaming, or pounding. If we hear you, both of you will be punished. Two, don't try to escape. The punishment will be gruesome. Follow those two and we should have a problem."

They left after that locking the door behind them. It was really awkward since both of us didn't talk to each other because we were so tired and scared for what to come.