Chapter 22: Philip (1)
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“Hey… hey Philip! Could you wait a second?!” Owen called out to the man pulling him by the hand and dragging him outside but nothing he said seemed to get to the man. “Philip, it hurts!” Owen finally yelled and the other stopped.
Turning around slowly he had an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry…” Philip replied looking like someone had just died, the atmosphere around him changed instantly. “I didn’t mesn to hurt your wrist… how is it?” He asked as he looked down at the other’s hand that he’d just released.
Owen’s wrist was rather reddened from the other’s strong grip on it, it was definitely going to leave a bruise yet Owen couldn’t bring himself to be angry at the other man. “It’s fine… but what’s the matter? You look really down…”
“He brought you here
