Amnesia || phan

Chapter 10

Phil

"I think, uh, I'm going to head off first. My intentions were to get some answers, but it seems like you're of no help,"

My fury grew as I saw Dan leaving the cafe. No, it wasn't towards him, for him, I felt.. pity. That goddamned PJ. Why wasn't life hell for him?

I looked at the empty chair in front of me. That's the closest Dan's going to get, I'm sorry. It'll break his heart. He left the pictures scattered on the table, without bringing it back with him.

He just paid for the bill, and left.

I gathered the pictures and arranged them neatly back in the envelope. Strangely, the envelope felt thin, compared to when Dan first handed them to me.

I went scanned through the pictures one by one, and noticed one picture was missing. One particular one that caught my eye when I first saw it in a long time, the picture of us kissing.

My eyes scanned the table, or my chair, and the perimeter around us just now to find the picture, it was probably dropped when I scattered them before. But nowhere to be found, where could it be?

Could Dan have taken it?

Dan

I sank onto my bed, sighing. As days go by, more questions were left unanswered. The more I talked to Phil, the more I became confused. The memories that were coming back to me raised more suspicions.

Towards Phil? Maybe.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I slid it out to see that my mum was calling me. Then it hit me, I just dashed out of her house without informing anything or saying goodbye.

I answered, and brought the phone to my ear.
"Honey, where are you? Adrian said you just left,"
I forced myself to smile to fake a positive aura, "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I remembered I left something at home, mum. I'll come right back after this,"
She laughed, "Oh did you now? You're clueless as ever, dear, but it's alright. I can see that you were tired just now, why don't you come over another time? You have your rest,"
"Oh can I? I mean, I can still help around the house if you need me to,"
"No worries, hun. All three of us can manage,"

After a few more words with my mum, we ended the call.

I rested my head against the headboard and closed my eyes when I remembered I had something in my possession. I ran my hand over my back pocket.

I took out the picture that I had taken earlier. The disneyland one.

I looked so, carefree. Who was he? He looked like he has nothing to worry about. He looked like as if Phil made his worries.. disappear. He looked like he was so happy, to just be with Phil.

Am I like that? Am I as carefree as this Dan, when I'm with PJ? Are my worries gone? Does he make me feel.. like how I felt in the picture?

I flipped the picture around. To my surprise, there was a small writing on the edge of the photo. Written was, 'my final guy, my everything, i love you philly'

I.. wrote that?

Then, I also remembered something that was written for me. The note I found. The only thing I hid from Phil.

I read it over and over but it just made my head heavy. My shoulders were straining, and I groaned loudly, out of frustration. Was the note true? What was the hidden meaning behind it? Did I do something I regretted?

I then realized there's one other person who can help me out, and I grabbed my phone.

Phil

I turned off my engine once I arrived. I look around, is this the right place? It should be. This place looks gloomy.

I stepped out of my car and walked at a fast pace to the front door. There was no presence of a doorbell so I knocked hard. After a while, someone opened it.

"I need to talk," I said, wasting no second.
"I've gotten that a lot," He gave a cunning smile.
"PJ, seriously, we need to talk,"

PJ groaned and stepped aside, letting me in, "I'll have you know, Dan called me asking me to go to his, so make it quick,"
"Oh, I'll make it quick," I said, slyly.

I slumped on the couch, "You need to own up,"
"I'm not fond of your twisted words. Straight to the point, Lester,"
I stood up, "I need you to tell Dan what you did, Liguori,"
He let out a laugh, "I don't recall doing anything bad,"
"You don't fucking pretend, PJ," My anger was rising, and anytime soon, I might just let it out on him.
Taking a step closer, I continued, "You think I don't know? What you did to Dan? What caused him his memory? You risked his fucking life!"
He laughed louder, "He's alive and well!"
I rolled my sleeve up, containing my emotions.
He continued, "And he has forgotten you, Phil. Give up, he's with me,"
That pressed a button and I slammed him against the wall, my hand tight on his shirt collar, "Not anytime soon, mate. You fucking tell him that you, on purpose, drove into him that night. You don't fucking pretend that you're the nice guy, and don't you pin it on me,"
He looked like he was suffering, but kept his cool, "And if I don't tell him?"
I gripped harder, "Then I'll do the job for you,"

He paused and pushed me off him, and fixed his appearance, "Get the fuck out of my house, Phil,"
I raised my eyebrow, "Gladly, but I expect you to not disappoint all of us,"
"Just get the fuck out,"
I opened the door and shot him a glance before stepping out and slamming the door behind me.

What a dick.