Bulletproof

Chapter 11

Philip's POV:

New York was scary at night. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself as he walked down the dark streets. He wished George was with him, he was never scared. . . not even when he died. Thinking of George made him think of Theodosia, and that just broke his heart. .  . it wasn't her fault that his dad had gotten himself killed, but still, he couldn't look her in the eyes. Oh, her eyes, he missed them so much, the sparkle whenever she laughed and the way that they looked at him like he was halfway worthy of her.

He pushed on, keeping his head low so that nobody would recognize him. At one point a woman stopped him "You look familiar. . ." his breath hitched, he was so screwed!

"Um. . . you must be confused m'am, this is my first time in New York!" he rambled in a voice that didn't sound like his own. The woman smiled "Yeah," she patted his shoulder "You just remind me of somebody." Then she left. Philip shook his head, he had never thought he would see Dolly again, that girl used to drive him insane, he had wanted to marry her! Yet, the only person on his mind was Theodosia.

He reached the house, it looked smaller, and he ran up to the front door, unnoticed. Sighing, he picked up the spare key from behind a pot and crept into the house. As silently as he could, he walked up the stairs and into his old room. Philip was surprised to see his little brother, he had grown and he looked just like their dad. He'd never met him, he died before little Philip was born, but looking at him now, he began to cry. Philip sat in a chair in front of his old bed and watched his brother. He began looking around, how the place had changed!

"What are you looking for?" Philip jumped, sitting on the bed, wide eyed was his little brother. Philip turned towards his little brother and the boy gasped "You look like me," Philip nodded solemnly and chuckled as the boy asked "Are you from the future?" Philip shook his head

"No," he took a step forward "actually, I'm from the past." the boy nodded

"Yeah. . . I know who you are," Philip jumped

"You do?" the kid nodded

"Yeah, you're one of those angels that Mama talks about, the ones that helped Dad to fulfill his destiny, the ones who told him to fend for himself!" he looked so excited, Philip gave into a tiny smile, remembering the stories his parents would tell him between piano lessons.

Yeah," he said "something like that." the little boy smiled wide

"I want to be a lawyer like my brother Philip,  Mom says that he blew everyone away." Philip nodded "that's a good aspiration, you want to catch pirates?" little Philip nodded and Philip frowned a little but then smiled again "You'll be a great lawyer." little Philip looked down at his hands then back up

"You look like a pirate," Philip nodded

"I do, you see, there are nice pirates and there are pirates that are truly evil." he said. Little Philip stood up on his bed. "Tell me their names, I'll have them locked up!" Philip smiled at his brothers enthusiasm and said the first name that came to his mind, the pirate who had wronged him the most, who had thrown his best friend into the waves.

"Charles Gibbs," he reached out to Philip's arm and patted it "I've got to go, tell Mom I love her." Philip reached his tiny arms out and hugged his brother "Thank you, visit me again, please," Philip nodded, even though he knew he probably would never get a chance. "If I don't, you've got to promise me Philip that you will fend for yourself. You will do great things." Philip nodded

"I will be a lawyer and I'll have a wife as pretty as Mama and kids as handsome as me!" Philip laughed at the little kid and nodded "You do that."

Then he left the room and walked into the room where his mother was sleeping. She was curled up on one side of the bed, her arms reaching towards the other as if Alexander were gonna be there. Tears filled his eyes again and he whispered "I love you, Mama," then he kissed her forehead and headed out the door. He bid farewell to the house and his old life then left without looking back.

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"A wife as pretty as Mama". . . He wanted that too, but how could he find Theodosia? She's most likely at home by now with her dad and husband, God, he'd rather be dead than without her.

The bartender looked at Philip as she cleaned a cup "You want my advice, son? Go find her, if you love her that much, you can't lose her." Philip groaned and put his head on the table. It was still raining, really badly, he barely registered the door opening and closing, he barely heard the voice behind him

"Are you going to come and sweep me off my feet?" the bartender tapped his elbow and he looked up, she pointed behind him, smiling. Philip turned. Standing there was Theodosia, his Theodosia.

He ran to her.

Heelloooo! Its nice to see you again, make sure to look up Charles Gibbs. Love ya tons!!!!