Bitten

Chapter 8

My car traces over the roads that my mom's used to almost a decade ago. There's no way I could forget how to get to Harry's home because I had been there so many times as a child.

I catch myself in a state of reminiscing my memories with Harry. I haven't seen him in so long. I am little nervous to meeting him after such a long time of not talking.

After a ten minute drive, I pull up to two guarded gates. Giving them my name, they open them and I pull through. I drive over to their parking lot and make sure to lock my car after getting out. How is this considered a home if you have a parking lot with guards watching 24/7?

Gwen would love to come to a place like this with me. She'd be caught up in the way the shrubs are cut into animals or how beautiful the fountain accents the flowers planted next to it. That was another thing that I loved so much about her. I have always been fascinated with the way she looks at things.

I feel a giant bald headed man staring at me through my window. It's probably because I'm sitting here with a smile across my face because I was thinking about Gwen. I get out and walk up to the door as he continues to stare at me with a confused face.

I walk in the door and I am greeted by a woman sitting at a desk in the foyer.

"Hi, can I have a name sir?"

"Yes, uhm, my name is Peter Parker. I'm here to see my friend, Harry."

She takes a phone into one hand and dials a number with the other.

"There's a 'Peter Parker' here to see you. Shall I send him in?"

She hangs up with a nod and points me in Harry's direction. I opened another door and meet Harry. He looks at me with a tiring frown.

"Peter Parker."

"Harry. Hey man. I heard about your dad and I just want you to know that you were there when that happened with my parents and you know, I know how it feels. And I'm here for you."

"Do you want to take a walk?"

"Sure. Where do you want to go?"

He looks at me with a smirk and says, "You know, the same place as always."