Troubles no Trouble to me

Memories...

I woke up in a sweat. The car luckily hadn't flipped, but it was in pretty bad shape. I looked up front, and Will was stuck in his seat belt, which must have worked too well. Peter was nowhere to be seen, but his door was open. That's when I heard the voices.

"What do you mean you are taking them to him? Do you know how dangerous that will be?" I heard an unfamiliar and slightly scary voice say.

"Yes, I know," I heard Peter say, "But, boss will be pleased."

"Do you have them in your control yet?"

"Oh yeah, but they don't suspect me."

Well, to late for that now, Peter the deceiver. I knew something was most certainly going on now. I heard the ding of a cell phone.

"Holy cow, a couple people just murdered Maya's parents." I heard Peter saw, excitement in his tone. He was excited, the evil little punk. He didn't seem to even think about me. But, I guess he was evil.

"Oh, this is great!" Peter continued, "Now Maya will be extremely upset, and Will will be trying to comfort her, which means my job should be easier. I can tell her they were killed in a car crash, and that they were out doing something."

My parents were dead? Oh my gosh. I remember when it first started going bad. I was coming home from school one day, and I told my father I had a lot of homework that night, and that I couldn't make his event that night. He yelled at me, told me he didn't care, and that I was coming with him. At the time I thought that was bad; boy was I wrong, because there was a storm coming. The yelling got worse, from both my father and my mom. They were always yelling at me for something, and that's when things got physical. I walked into a room, and saw my dad drinking once, and he beat me so hard that there were scars. That happened way to often,to both my sister and I. Will was the only comfort I had besides my sister. Then they started blaming me for crazy stuff, they told me I caused a tornado once. Lately, they would disappear for days at a time, and my sister and I would be on our own. Oh gosh, my sister! She's all on her own, and two years younger than me. They are trying to mess with my emotions, don't let them. My sister would be fine, she is very capable on her own, but that didn't mean I wasn't worried about her. Plus, what was I supposed to do, with no contact and a long ways away. I just still can't believe they are dead. It makes me shudder to think about how they might have been killed, and I hate them, but it came as a huge shock to know they were dead.

I cried out, I just couldn't take it. The talking abruptly stopped. I heard people whispering, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I then heard the roar of a engine, and Peter walking back towards the car.

"How much did you hear?"

I was still just a bit in shock. "My parents, my parents..." I was muttering to myself, rocking back and forth in my seat.

Suddenly, I could hardly remember what had happened, and Peter was telling me to forget everything he had just said to those men, and to forget what they had said to him.

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I woke up, Peter was standing in the front seat, and Will was in the front seat, unconscious.

"Are you alright Maya?" Peter asked in his cheerful voice. I was sort of scratched up, but not that hurt. For some reason, I knew I needed to remember something, but I wasn't sure what.

"Yeah, I'm alright, can you help Will?"

"Yeah sure," he said in his cheerfully weird voice. Seriously, it was creeping me out.

"What where who??" Will muttered as he woke up. It seems he always says something weird when he wakes up.

"Are you alright Will?" I asked as he looked around.