Sequel to After Dark • Peter Hayes
Chapter 2:
Peter Hayes had escaped the Dauntless base with the girl he loved more than life itself.
The girl who had tore through the mass of walls Peter had built around himself, he had lived for her, nearly die...
Every story has a start, a middle and an ending, Peter and Pipers story was never over.
Narrowly escaping with both their lives didn't mean they were safe, no one who escapes Jeanine ever would be.
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I do not own any of the characters in this book besides my OC's of course.
The timeframe will be a little different, I believe the second book or movie takes place not long after the first, but from here onward this will be months later rather than just days.
This book may not be updated as regularly as the first as I have two other stories on the go at the moment too so please bare with me, however, the love on the first story was insane and I appreciate it so much, the story wasn't over and I wanted to bring you more so I hope you enjoy, and the writing should hopefully be a little less cringey : )
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The group that had stuck together through their escape still stayed together in hiding at the Amity compound. Tris and Four had somehow made some arrangements that kept them safe, for now.
The beds were surprisingly comfier than those at the Dauntless compound. Piper lay staring up at the roof of the wooden hut or lodge type build she practically lived in. Something that had been built years ago but never used, until now. She tossed a ball of rubber bands up in the air, catching them as they came back down to her.
Heavy sighs fell from her lips every couple of minutes.
She felt awful for thinking it, considering Amity essentially saved their lives but, it was so damn boring over here.
Anything she could've done she had, now she was alone in a hut playing with elastic bands. She lay in brown cargo style fitted trousers, brown boots, a white vest top covered by a dull red unbuttoned shirt.
Her mother would flip at the fact she had her boots on her bedsheets, although they were new, in fact, this was the first day she'd worn them.
The final time she caught the ball she kept her hand in the air for a few more seconds, trying to come up with some sort of idea, anything that she could've done. Her arm dropped to hang off the side of the bed, when she came out of her thoughts with fewer ideas than she had going into it.
