Running Love (a Phanfiction) [[DISCONTINUED]]

Chapter 4

The police ran in. There were four. All pointing their pistols at Phil. Why?
A woman that was attacking Phil dragged his bloody body over the top of her. Positioning her weapon in such a way so that it looked like Phil was about to attack her.

"Officer! Please! Get him off of me!" The woman shrieked. Pretending to struggle.
I watched in horror as I saw the police look at each other and nod. They stepped closer to the two of them, stiffening their arms.
"Step away from the woman! Or we will have to use force and shoot!" The closest officer yelled. Phil looked up at me and gave me a look of pure fear. But he did obey the officer's commands and stepped away. The same officer pulled out handcuffs, while the other three continued to point their black pistols at Phil, surrounding him.

"No!" I shouted.
"It wasn't him! He didn't do anything to these people! They started attacking him! Look at what state his body is in! It's all battered and bruised because of them!" I yelled, pointing at the trio of people who were smirking at Phil's arrest.

I heard the click of the handcuffs against Phil's cut wrists. He winced in pain as the officer mad them tighter.

"Oi you!" Said a stern voice, pointing at me. He was the last person that was attacking Phil. He was pretending to comfort the woman from earlier.
"Why'd you run back there? You gave him the weapons! You wuss!" He said to me.
No. No no no. What are they trying to do?

Two of the other officers looked my way.
"Do we get him too Sergeant?" Asks one of them to the one holding a tearful Phil.
"Leave the brat. This is a warning, kid." The Sergeant said to me.

I'm filled with relief. But..
Phil. Phil is being arrested.
For what? Attempt of murder? My ass. He's half dead. There's no way he'll actually be gone. The police surely will-
"Alright, punk. You're arrested for a murder attempt." Said the Sargeant, pulling Phil with him. I tried to protest. But nothing would come out. I could just grip onto the cold bars of the gate, letting tears fall.

"Where is he going?" I managed to choke out. But it was only just audible enough for myself to hear. I'll need to find him.

"Brat. " one officer said. "Tell his parents he'll be at the Royal Alfred's Hospital for a few days. Then we'll put him in prison." He said.
At Least Phil is going to a hospital. But he's still going to prison for something he didn't do. Hell. I don't even know where the hospital is. But I'll find. Him. I swear.

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AUTHORS NOTE
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