𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 // Peter Ballard

Advice || chapter 2

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  A few hours have passed ever since the little incident that went down during training. Half of you felt embarrassed that you just ran off like that and now you were starting to deeply regret it.

Papa usually punished children who were defiant. He didn't even care that you were now an adult at this point. He still treats you like your some sort of troubled kid. Part of you wanted to escape this hell so badly but you knew you couldn't no matter how hard you tried.

  You were sitting on the side of your bed, gently massaging your sore arms. The pain decreased as time went by so you felt a little better. But your shoulders and arms still hurt like a bitch. I'll get over it though, i always do.

  Nightfall arrived rather quickly, the sky was pitch black by now. You were surprised no one came for you. Were they finally letting you off the hook? Probably not. You were debating on leaving your room to go eat dinner.

The patients usually ate dinner all together around this time. You could smell the fresh scent of dinner from your room and your stomach started to growl. At this point you were starving. But the thought of eating made you feel like throwing up.

  Should i go out? What should i do? You asked yourself, pondering on what choice you would make. But simply out of spite and fear you decided to stay put. Papa would probably punish you and catch you if you were to exit your room.

You wish you weren't so utterly terrified of the man. The thought of leaving your room made you feel even more anxious. Your room was the only place you felt safe (Unless the guards entered it to escort you somewhere)

  Suddenly you hear a soft knock at your door. Anxiety flared up inside your stomach. What if it's Papa?! You sat there out of fear and didn't dare answer the door, assuming it was Papa ready to take you away to the punishment room. You thought you were done for until you heard that raspy, comforting, yet familiar voice.

    "Y/n, may you let me in please?"

  It was Peter. Not that it was a surprise for you though. He has always been sorta clingy towards you due to being your caretaker. But he always seemed to pay more attention to you instead of the other kids. You were just about to get the door for him before the lock clicked. He must've used his key card to get into my room. Since he's one of the orderlies, he had more freedom and could access any room as he pleased.

Peter slowly entered your room, trying his best not to startle you. He knew you were tense and pure. He didn't want to ruin someone as precious as you. As he closed the door behind him he approached you and gently placed both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Tell me what's wrong, sweetheart. Why did you run off like that? I'm worried about you." Peter says to you, with great concern in that raspy voice of his. He wanted answers from you. Just causal Peter always worrying for you. (Which you liked)

The way he would speak to you would always leave you at a loss for words. You absolutely adored how he was so gentle and quiet with you unlike everyone else. All you wanted to do was melt into his touch. What was this fuzzy feeling? You were usually the type of person to not like shit like this. But something about Peter's own existence made you feel more than just vulnerable.

You snapped away from those weird thoughts and tried to focus on him. But you've always struggled with keeping eye contact. Your eyes darted in the opposite direction as you could feel his gaze burning into yours.

"Look at me." He demanded, somewhat sternly but still comforting at the same time. Peter glided his fingers under your chin proceeding to tilt your head up in order to make eye contact with him. He liked it when you had your attention on him and only him.