Revenge Is Sweet

11 - Dystychiphobia

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Sophia keeps turning in her seat to peer into the backseat where Peter is slumped over against the seats.

I don't know if she's paranoid he'll die before I can get to him or if she's just feeling sorry. She might be both.

She's too distracted to give me the right directions. She tells me to go left but the moment I turn left, she takes it back and says right. I'm left to find the warehouse by myself for the most part, but I can't be mad at her for it.

I should've gone into that house alone and I think a large part of me knew that something would happen the moment I brought her along with me.

I should've asked her to lure him to the warehouse by text. She could've texted him and told him she was scared and needed to see him.

He would've gone not to help her but to make sure she had her story straight. It wouldn't have mattered though, because it would've been me waiting for him. Not her.

She shouldn't have been asked to do it in the first place.

Sophia sinks back against the seats when I pull up to what I think is the warehouse. Her reaction is enough to assure me it is.

"Stay here." I tell her, climbing out of the car. She doesn't argue or even reply, I don't blame her. She isn't going to want to even glance in my direction after this.

She stays in the car while I move the things I need into the warehouse. Peter isn't really awake while I do it all and I don't know if I'm lucky for that or not.

On one hand, I don't have to deal with his struggling while I'm trying to do something. On the other, I now have to carry dead weight into the warehouse and drag him all the way to the spot I specifically need him.

I grunt, trying to tug him out of the backseat. I don't even bother trying to throw him over my back or anything, I'll just end up hurting myself like that.

Instead, I sort of just give up on carrying him and set him down on the ground, grabbing him by the wrists to just drag him.

Peter mumbles something I don't understand when I finally manage to lift him up onto the chair I brought out.

I ignore him for now and start tying him to the chair tightly with the rope. He starts whining, quietly complaining about pain. I still ignore him and waltz out of the warehouse without much of a care about him.

I come over to Sophia's side of the car and open the door. She looks over at me, watching me kneel down right beside her. "If you want, I can take you home now." I softly offer, tilting my head at her. "I can finish it by myself. You don't need to help me." I clarify, adding a little shrug like that'll be completely easy. "I can—"

"Don't take me home."

My eyebrows furrow at that, confused. "You don't want to go home?"

Sophia shakes her head. "Please don't make me go home." She pleads. "I don't want to."

I frown, forgetting about Peter for now. "Why don't you want to go home, honey? Is there something wrong?"

Sophia shakes her head. "He's going to kick me out soon anyway." She reasons, quiet. "I don't want to go home, Greyson." She insists. She switches back to my full name. I don't mind it.