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"Phiiiiiiiiil!!!" I yelled, running around my flat. "Where did you go?!"
"You'll never find me, Amy!!" He laughed. The voice came from my kitchen.
"Yes I will." I smirked, slowly walking towards him. "You know you suck at hide and seek."
"I am the CHAMPION of hide and seek, thank you very much." I could practically hear the nod. I made my way through the kitchen door, slowly inching towards the sound on his voice.
"Oh are you now?" I said dryly.
"The very best." Came his voice from the cupboard under the sink. I rolled my eyes. Only Phil would hide there. Ever so slowly, I inched towards the sink, not lifting my sock-covered feet so he wouldn't hear me coming.
"Then you should know the number one rule of hide and seek." I grinned, kneeling before the cupboard and making my voice soft so he'd think I was somewhere else in the flat.
"And what's that?" He practically yelled, not realising I was right there.
"No talking." I said before quickly pulling open the cupboard doors. Phil jumped, hitting his head on the sink.
"Amelia Jane Harrison!" Phil yelled, rubbing his head. I laughed and held out my hand, helping him out of his cramped hiding spot. "I hate you."
"No you don't." I smiled, crossing my arms. "You love me."
"Nope." He grinned, mimicking me and crossing his arms.
"Fine." I shrugged, walking into my living room and plopping down on the couch. I picked up my laptop and logged into tumblr, feeling the couch shift as he sat down.
"Amyyy." Phil whined. "Pay attention to meee."
"Lester, can you hear something?" I asked my cat as he jumped up on the couch next to me and stretched out. Yes, I named my cat after Phil. But hey, Phil's been my only friend since primary school.
"Amyyy." Phil whined again, just as I heard keys rattling in the front door.
"Crap! Alan's home!!" I whispered frantically, pulling him up. "You have to go!"
"Down the fire escape again?" He whispered, jerking his thumb towards my bedroom, where the fire escape was in easy reach. I frantically nodded as I tried to clean the place up a bit from our tickle fight earlier. He hesitated, like he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Phil please! He'll kill you if he sees you, just go!" I whispered, pushing him towards my room. Alan seemed to be having trouble with his keys. Probably drunk again.
"I love you, Amelia." Phil smiled softly before scuttling off down the fire escape.
"Love you too Phil..." I said under my breath, just as the door slammed open. I jumped, even though I knew he was coming.
"Hey bitch!" Alan called, the sneer shining through his voice as he appeared in the living room.
"H-hello, Alan." I stuttered, trying to stay calm. "Did you have a nice day at work?"
"Fuck no." He laughed, slowly moving towards me. I felt my eyes widen, my heart pounding in my throat. Here we go again...
"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" I asked timidly, keeping my voice low. My brain was telling me to run, but I couldn't move.
"Yeah, I can think of one thing." Alan sneered, walking towards me until I was pressed against the wall. He trapped me there, placing a hand on either side of me. I whimpered, knowing what was coming.