(Chapter 23 finally up you guys!! Again, I seriously apologize for being so late. School has been crazy lately so... Yeah. But I'll try and update more often, I promise. I love you guys and enjoy the new chapter, bunnies! -oli)
Phil's POV
I didn't struggle. Or scream. Or try to escape. I was smarter than that. However, nothing could stop the tears from spilling out from my eyes at the thought of possibly never being able to see Dan again.
What I assumed to be a pillowcase had been thrown over my head and tied with some sort of rope at my neck. My hands were bound behind my back with something similar to what was around my neck. After being bound and thrown in the back of the car, the driver had climbed back to the steering wheel and sped off.
About five minutes later, my phone began to vibrate from my back pocket.
Oh shit, I completely forgot about my phone!
I thought, trying to reach it a noiselessly as possible. I managed to toss it a bit closer to my head and scoot down far enough so that I could see the light through the pillowcase. I hit random places on the screen through the pillowcase, hoping I could answer it in time.
Finally, the vibration stopped and a muffled voice came through the receiver. I didn't care who heard me. I had to tell him. Just in case.
"DAN!!!"
I cried as loudly as I dared.
He shouted back to me, but I couldn't quite understand anything he was saying.
"DAN I LOVE YOU!!!"
I had to make sure he knew. No matter what happened to me. My heart was always his and his only.
Suddenly, a deep voice cursed angrily from the front seat.
Oh no.
The hand belonging to the voice reached back and snatched my phone from off the seat.
"Pull anymore shit like that, and you'll be dead sooner than intended."
A voice growled.
I recognized that voice. I knew exactly who had me in the back of that horrible car and exactly why.
It was Dan's father.
Surely he must be psychotic...
I thought.
But... Is he really planning on killing me...? Just because... His anger has caused him to go insane...?
For the rest of the car ride, I just attempted to calm myself down with the thought of all the good times Dan and I had shared together. After all, if I was going to die, that's what I wanted to die thinking about.
It surprised me a bit how calm I was. I had a horrible weight of hollow sadness spreading through every inch of my chest... That's just how life was when Dan wasn't with me. But I wasn't frantic. Or panicky. Just so... Depressed at the thought of not seeing him again.
All these things ran through my head on possibly the longest car ride I felt I had ever experienced. It probably wasn't even three hours, but as my head lay heavily against the fabric of the pillow case on the soft pleather seating, time seemed to crawl by me like a centipede with all its legs torn off.
Finally, the car jolted to a halt, causing my empty-feeling heart to seize to life and begin throbbing in my chest.
