The forgotten numbers II A Henry Creel fanfic

005

"Peter?" I looked deeply into his eyes.

"Mhmm," he hummed in response.

"I-," I couldn't finish my sentence before being abrupted by a loud banging and a deep voice.

"Fiona!?" It was Brenner

SHIT.

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I looked around, quickly searching for a place to hide Peter. The closet. 

     "Hurry up, get in there," I whispered as I shoved Peter inside. 

     "Just a second Dr. Brenner, I need to put a shirt on," I called out. Trying to stall. 

Within a matter of seconds, me and Peter almost kissing transformed into him hiding in the closet. I opened the door and there Brenner stood. He pushed me inside forcefully. 

     "So how are you doing today?" I gulped, trying my best to keep it together. 

     "Well," I lied. My neck was still badly bruised and hurt constantly. But I just wanted to get this conversation over with.

Brenner hooked a finger under my chin, inspecting the bruising on my neck. 

     "I'll give you 3 more days of work, so we won't worry the children." He smiled his evil smile. I wanted to spit in his face, he was disgusting.

He turned around, beginning to exit my room. But just as he stood at the door he turned around. 

     "Oh and just a reminder, if I see you talking to 001, you will never see him again." He chuckled. 

I walked up to him, wanting to say something. Protest. 

But I was quickly stopped. He raised his hand and hit it across my face. I hit the floor, whimpering. 

     "That's what I thought, now for the love of god, clean up in here. It's filthy." He turned his heel and shut the door. 

I let out a sob. I had completely forgotten that Peter was hiding in my closet. Until he made his presence clear by coughing slightly from his hiding place. 

I quickly dried my tears and snot. 

     "You can come out now," my closet creaked as he opened the door.

 When he saw that I was sitting on the floor, eyes bloodshot and cheek red, he was quick to scoop me up in his arms. He then sat down on my bed. Still holding me tightly.

     "Are you okay?" His voice was soft. 

He looked down upon me as I nooded, but I think that the tears forming in my eyes were telling a different story. 

He hugged me tightly. And as we sat there in the silence, the only thing being heard were my small sobs, I realized why I fell for him 10 years ago. 

I also realized that I had once again, fallen.