Save Me, Phil Lester

Chapter Six

Heather's POV

Its been six months since I found out my mom has been kidnapped with one of my favorite YouTubers.

The Phandom isn't fading at any means. There are people that are leaving daily, but most of us are hopeful for Phil's save return to life and YouTube.

Fans to honour Dan are building srimes for him. On the world news they said something about this and they were shocked how big of and impact this one guy who got lots of fans on YouTube.

BBC Radio 1 still does the Internet Takeover with different YouTubers. They made it completely clear that they miss the two of them, and that they hope for Phil's save return.

Other YouTubers are trying to keep the memory of Dan and Phil alive. One of the ways are making a website where people can post their memories of Dan and Phil. It was an instance success.

I even wrote on this website. I posted:

My birth mom is the person who was kidnapped with Phil. I was able to talk to her and see her even though she gave me up for adoption. I hope that she and Phil are released and are alright.

I even had a picture of me and my mom the last time I saw her to prove that she is mom.

I got replies almost instantly. Mainly they saying how sorry they are.

When Carrel, my adoptive mom, found out about mom being kidnapped she let me grieve.

She even talked to all the police that was in charge with this case to be kept in the loop of what is happening. They haven't got any leads yet. My problem was that they would never find a lead. I want to know that she is alright. If they called to have ransom and they proved that she is alive I would be okay, but I hate the unknown.

Like my mom I am a woman of science. I know that its very uncommon that any kidnapper will keep there victims longer than couple of days unless they get something out of it. Most likely they are died, or sold in human trafficking, or they are still kidnapped living in some hell hole.

We'll right now I'm in school rotting my brains out when I got called to the office because I was leaving school. It was third hour so I got my homework from this class but didn't get it from the others.

When I went to my locker and stuffed what ever book and things that I thought I would need. I would get someone to tell me the assignments later. I would get it done later. I'm not that worried. My only problem is why am I leaving school. Is this about my mom?

When I reached the office I saw my adoptive dad. He signed me out and we were on our way to somewhere. He never told me where we were going. I soon found out where we were going. It was the therapist that they tried to get me see so many times already.

"No, you better not be bringing me to where I think you are?" I was mad. I wanted to just get out of the car and walk to our house.

"Well you are going. You can't chicken out about this. Your mom and I are scared how your dealing with this heart ship. I am pretty sure that Staci would think this is the best for you, too." He said calmly as he found a parking spot.

"YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY WHAT MY MOM WOULD AND WOULDN'T WANT FOR ME! SHE ISN'T HERE TO VOICE HER OPINION AND YOU CAN'T JUST SAY WHAT YOU THINK SHE WOULD SAY!" I was furious.

"I don't care what you think on the subject. You are going you like or not. This will help your mother a lot knowing that you aren't bottling your feelings up on this topic." I hated how he always call my real mom as Staci, and his wife as my mother.

I walked pouting into the building. I waited for Dad to check me in. I sat in one of the chairs browsing through Twitter. Nothing interesting popped up.

When I got called back into the office my dad followed me. I didn't want him there though. I can do it by myself. Right?

In the office there was this tiny girl that looked like she was ten. She has this really ugly copper hair. It looks like she dyed her hair black highlights which mixed with her copper. Some people might look good with this color but she couldn't pull it off.

"Hello Heather, I'm Doctor Piper. I will be your therapist. Mr. Kace can you go out into the waiting room. I find that when children are alone they will talk more about their feelings."

Dad left right away. It got really awkward.

Dr: Do you want to play a board game?

Me: No.

Dr: Do you want to talk?

Me: No.

Dr: Do you even want to be here?

Me: No.

Dr: They only way your parents will stop bringing you is when you talk about your problems.

Me: I don't care. I can deal my problems myself.

Dr: We are going to be here for an hour even if you do or don't talk.

Me: (rolling eyes)

Dr: (gives a fake half smile)

Me: (stare at her)

Dr: (stare back at you)

The rest of the time we sat staring at each other. When the time ran out she stood up. "Thank you for coming today. Same time next week."

She walked me out into the waiting room to my Dad, and back to school for me.

Three Months Later

I'm still going to the stupid therapist . She has been trying to crack me so I will talk about my feelings, but I won't. She will never break me. Like I said before I can deal with my own problems myself.