Here's the final chapter of my story. I hope you enjoy it.
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Last time
Sam smiled gleefully as she finally withdrew a knife from her backpack. It was a small regular pocket knife, but the blade was as sharp as any dagger. Keely's eyes grew wide and she struggled, but the hands had returned restraining her and this time she felt duck tape being strapped around her wrists.
"You thought it was over, you little bitch…how could Phil ever like an evil slut like you?" Sam asked, spitting her victim in the eye.
Sam raised the knife over her hand, not aiming to kill, but enough to knock out. As her hand began to fall towards the scared blond, another firm hand gripped the knife arm, forcing it to drop with a thud on the cement ground.
On with the story.
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Phil's hand tightened around Sam's wrist and she bit her lip as she struggled to get free. But he wouldn't release her, he simply glared at her, if looks could kill, she would already be six feet under ground and rioting. After a few moments, he spun her around and shoved her onto the cement ground. He didn't even look at Keely, but walked around and crouched down until he was standing in front of his ex girlfriend. Sam was able to get to her hands and knees, but he kicked her arms from under her, causing her to slam back down onto the cement, crying out in pain.
"Oh Stop it Sam!" he exclaimed, rolling his eyes as he stared down the girl…no creature before him.
Sam slowly returned to her hands and knees and then snapped her head up to star at him. Her right check had a bruise and a few cuts with bits if dirt rimmed the edge. Yet she had a crazy evil smile on her face as she stared up at him. Phil's facial expression never changed and when he spoke it was as if the very earth itself could tremble from the loathing and disgust he felt towards her.
"I know it was you on Friday, and when we go back inside I'm calling the cops, you'll pay fro your crimes against Keely."
"Ha, you really think the cops are going to believe you?" Sam asked laughing, shaking her head in disbelief. "Phil, Phil, Phil, you don't any proof."
"Oh no, what about your knife, your fingerprints are the only ones on it," he said, crossing his arms and inclining his hand towards the pocket knife.
For some reason, she wasn't fazed by the throat at all and stood up on her feet glaring at him.
"Do you really think my Father's going to let me spend a night in jail?" she asked spitting in his face.
"Oh no, but then again that's not his call," Phil replied slowly.
Just then Ben and Ann come on the scene, gasping.
"Sam, what's going on?" Ben asked, shocked.
Sam ignored him, pushing past Phil and heading back to school. Yet Ann blocked her path.
"Oh Please, what are you going to do?" Sam asked her eyebrows rising.
"I've kept quite long enough, Sam," Ann spat at her once best friend.
Sam ignored her, but just as she was about to put past her, another figure stepped up behind her, the vice Principal.
"What's going on here?" he asked, looking at all the children. His gaze snapped around towards Keely and then at Sam.
"Did you do that to her?" he asked, shocked and uncertain.
No one said anything for a while, but soon a voice spoke up. Tired and scared, but strong in the event that she was telling.
"Sam…jumped me and held me down and she tired to…" Keely's voice trailed off as tears ran down her checks.
Phil walked up to her and stood beside her, facing the vice principal.
"It's true Sir," he said, placing a comforting and firm hand around Keely's shoulders.
She flinched slightly, but didn't pull away. The vice Principal nodded and pointed towards Sam.
"Came with me," he said, taking her by the arm and leading her back inside the school.
Ben and Ann glanced back over at Keely and Phil and then after Sam. After a few seconds, they walked back towards the regular courtyard.
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Everything grew quiet and still after that. Phil moved behind her slowly.
"Ok, I'm going to take this tape off, I won't hurt you," he said calmly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
She didn't say anything, but nodded her head slightly. Phil took a deep breath closing his eyes for a moment and then slowly unwrapped the tape around her wrists. As the last piece was ripped off, she let out a small yelp of pain, her body jolting a little to get away from the pain.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he said softly.
She didn't say anything and he prayed she wasn't mad at him. He threw the tape away and sat down beside her. An awkward silence filled the air and neither of them knew what to say. Keely glanced over at him, her heart starting to pound and heat rose up on her neck.
"Keep it together Keely," she instructed herself, lowering her gaze down to her lap.
Her wrists her pure white and she could feel the blood returning. She could hear her father that Sunday night saying, "You're never to see that Diffy boy again, you'll only cause you more pain."
Keely shook her head uncertain and confused.
"You all right, Keels?" Phil asked, turning to look at her.
She shrugged, not turning towards him. He sighed deeply and with out thinking placed his hand on her knee, rubbing it comfortingly. Her eyes snapped over at his touch, but she didn't pull away, she didn't have the strength for anymore pain in her life. Closing his eyes, he tried to find the right words to express his feelings. After a few minutes, he took a deep breath and turned towards her.
"Keels, I…I'm sorry I didn't believe you, but I want you to know that I do care for you, a…a lot, and I swear that Sam will never hurt you again," he said, watching her closely.
She was staring off into space, and her facial expression was unreadable. He sighed, almost kicking himself for being so stupid.
"How could be that dump, now she'll never like you," he said to himself.
He slowly moved his hand away, but he felt another softer and gentler hand hold it in place. He glanced down and then up locking his gaze with Keelys'.
"Please don't," she whispered softly.
"Don't what?" he asked uncertain and a little afraid.
She closed her eyes and lowered her head as if she was ashamed to ask her request. Phil just stared at her patiently, allowing her to gain the courage she needed.
After a few moments, she stammered, "I…please, don't…" she brushed her hair behind her ear, "please don't….don't leave me again."
Phil smiled faintly, as he removed his hand from her knee and placed his index finger beneath her chin, bringing her up to face him.
"Keely, Keels you don't even need to ask, I care about you to much to see you hurt in anyway, ever again," he said softly, staring intently into her green eyes.
"Really?" she asked, a few tears running down her face.
He nodded as he brushed the tears away with his thumb. "Really, I…I love you so much, Keely."
Keely started slightly and he wished at once to be able to take it back. Removing his hand, he looked away embarrassed and he felt his checks turning red. Keely didn't say anything for a few moments thinking.
Phil could barely stand the moments that passed and said gently, "Keely, I'm sorry I know you weren't ready to hear that so…"
He was cut off as her index finger touched his lips to silence him. His eyebrows lowered in confusion, but before he could say anything, she was leaning in. Closer and closer until their lips met in a warm, short, but passionate kiss. As he pulled away, he gazed into her eyes. Sam's gaze had nothing, but lust in them. Yet Keely's eyes shone with pure and innocent strong love for no one else, but him.
"Keels, I really do love you," he whispered, fingering with the loose strands of golden hair.
Keely bit her lip, but then smiled as she stared into his own blue eyes. In his eyes, there was nothing, but truth and love. She finally released that he would keep his promise to protect her from all the harms in the world that he could. "I, I…" her voice trailed off.
"You what?" he asked.
"I, I love you Phil," she whispered, as she wrapped her arm around him.
He smiled and whispered back in a loving tone, "I love you too Keels and I promise to protect you forever, from anything in the world."
Smiling he leaned in again, cupping his hand around the back on her neck and ran his fingers though her hair. Keely lost herself in the moment forgetting about everything. Sam, her Dad, the pain in her body, her mom and friends death. Nothing mattered at the moment except Phil. He gave her protection, love and the strength to move on with her life, as long as he was by her side forever.
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THAT' IT people, but I might do a squeal depanding on if the reviewer (YOU GUYS ) want me too. Please REVIEW and now that the story is over, what did you think of Keely and Phil I mean in terms of personality and the relationship they share. Was it realistic and what were some of your fav. PHEELY moments in the story? Please be as detailed as possible on those and also what you enjoyed about the chapter. THANKS TO ALL MY FAILTHFUL REVIEWERS I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did. THANKS SO MUCH