Standing in the dark

K, this is a look at Phillips thoughts as he's being beat up by those wacky goons with the strange accents. Just word of warning, I'm going to throw in some anti-shelle stuff. It's more for effect, than me not liking them. I'm also throwing in Tony's thoughts. So no flame! Oh yeah, I own nothing but the plot.

Phillip, mentally whinced as his captures let him have it again. He was on auto poilt at this point but he was still feeling it when they hit hard. One of the things he couldn't figure out was the why. These losers, were not middle-eastern in the least. They reminded him of the croc hunter meets swiss miss.

Phillip would have been laughing himself sick, if he wasn't in such pain. Something wasn't right, but for now all Phillip could do was state his name, rank, an dog tag numbers. He almost wanted to black out, but then he would have no idea what they would do. Not that it really mattered, he was chained up too good. An in far to much pain to even think about busting out an busting the merchares up.

'What the fuck is wrong with this picture?...fuck that hurt!, damn fuckers, swear I'm going to get them...'

Merchanry: "Where are your troops?!"
Merchanry two:"No, point look he's passed out."
Merchanry:"Yeah, your right mate. Poor bastard, doesn't even know his wife is a slut."
Merchanry two: "Hey now, mate. Not right to be bring up a guys wife."
Merchanry: "Oh...sorry mate. Forgot about that.."
Merchanry two: "..short of feel for him...not right for a bloke to get the stick like he is.."

Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you

Merhanry: "..mate, not a good idea to be saying certain things out load. Count an his man right behind that two way.."
Merchanry two: "...yeah. I know mate. Can't help but feel for him...had something about the same happen to me.."
Merchanry: "..let's call it quits for now."

The two merchanrys left the room with the rest of their group to refresh them selves. One couldn't help but feel for the young man. He himself had gone through something earily the same as the poor lad. Phillip stayed as still as he could, what the hell had they ment when they called his wife a slut! Belle was no slut, she was a wonderful, faithful woman who would never break her vows.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through

Phillip let his body rest as best he could without reveiling he was awake. His mind was a buzz with what the two swiss miss boys had been talking about. How dare, they call his beloved wife a slut. It had to be them just fucking with him mentaly, besides how the fuck would they know what was going on back in Salem?

"Losy fucks...damn I hurt..the second I get the chance, I'm fucking them up..'

Bart looked quitely on as the kid stayed eairly still, the boy looked like he was dead. Bart shoke his head, some people got the short end of the stick. An Phillip K, looked to be heading down that ever present road of heart break an pain. The boy had married someone who didn't fully love him, an he didn't have a clue about it.

Tony looked on as the young man in front of him lay silent. A voice in his head, was telling him to just let the poor boy go. Phillip K, was strangely in a odd way very much like Tony was in his early years. The voice had a good point, Phillip had married someone who didn't fully love him. That someone by strange chance was realated to him by blood, something odd when you sat an thought about it. Somehow that in it's self made this seem very odd an strangely unfair on a deep level.

Teach me to cheat
Show me how you do it
I want to learn from the very best

Tony knew form past experance just how painful it was to have a cheating wife. Pain an guilt started to come up with in him, Tony felt it try to over take him. Tony crushed it, he could not let himself start to feel or act weak. Strangely he thought he heard a voice on the wind tell him, compassion was not weakness.

'Compassion an a love of life for those in it just because they live is never weak. Your not him, be glade your not...your better than him..'

Tony shoke his head, he had gone too long in life to start hearing voices. No what he needed to do was to keep going with his plan. Things would work out, they would all pay for his pain. Every last one of them, even those who had bearly been concetted to it. They all had to pay, it would help make his own pain stop.

The one who cheats on me
Oh teach me to lie
Never bat an eye
Do I take the ring
Off of my finger
Is that the way
That all good cheaters do
Do I sit down at the bar
Or at a table

Tony berifely wondered, if any of this was worth it. Would this really help him forget about the pain enflected upon his broken heart? How was any of this in the end really going to help him heal up? The one thing he wanted most was the one thing he could never have, he would never have Kristen back. Kristen was dead an gone, an even if she wasn't dead. Kristen didn't love him the same way he loved her.

Kristen from what he had heard to the very end had chased after John. She had fucking chased after a man, who had thrown her away like she was nothing. Kristen had thrown away his love an devotion, his need, an disire to please her. Tony's unding devotion, his love, all of those nights they had spent before an after being married. All of those nights he had made her scream his name; all of those nights he had made her cum. Had Kristen ever seen him, had she really been fucking him? Had she been fucking John.....had she been fucking John all of those nights?

I just dont know
Thats why Im asking you
Teach me to cheat
Show me how you do it
I want to learn from the very best
The one who cheats on me
Oh teach me to lie
Never bat an eye

Belle Black sat on her couch brooding, she had made the mother of all mistakes. She had done something damn near unforgive able. Belle had married a wonderful man who by all counts was a man many a woman would love to have. Problem was Belle, didn't love Phillip the way he loved her. Belle loved Shawn Douglas Brady the way Phillip loved her.

Would a drink or two
Make me feel less guilty
And which lie do I tell you
When I come home

Belle knew on several levels what she had done was wrong. What her an Shawn had done to Phillip these past few weeks was more than wrong. They had done something unforgiveable to Phillip. Phillip had been her firend since they were in dipers, Phillip was Shawn's half uncle on his fathers side. She knew what happend when people cheated, the end results drove the cheate to diffrent reactions.

Her half uncle was proof of that. Only from the safetly of her mind would Belle ever let that thought be known. He had been delt a lot of pain, heart break an other ills that had helped him along his path. Belle couldn't help but wonder if where was any hope for Sami at this point. Sami had lost it all, an by all a counts left town for who knew where. Belle felt a tear start fall, not just for her, Shawn, an Phillip, but for Sami an Tony as well. Pain, heart break, were something they all knew far to well.

Would a drink or two
Make me feel less guilty
And which lie do I tell you
When I come home