Indebted Love

♡ vingt deux ♡

A/N

So it was my birthday yesterday...

It feels like an amateur drummer playing in my head... a child maybe, recklessly bashing everything in sight and my eyelids are too heavy to open. My mouth feels glued shut and parched and I'm so thirsty...

I allowed a moment or two of pain endurance, listening to my body, and slowly gaining consciousness of my surroundings. My headache subsides to a low throb and I lick my lips to gain some form of liquid.

As I slowly open my eyes, white light flashes suddenly blindly me and I close them again. I count to five as I slowly turn my head to the right then open my eyes and saw a white wall with indescribable colored crayons. I close them and turn to the other side.

Messy brown hair, white pale arms swung over my body, a heavy body on top of me and my shirt feels wet. I wiggle my fingers just to make sure I'm not paralyzed, rising them to comb through Peter's hair. I could feel his even breaths on my stomach, a few sobs here and there but I'm certain he's asleep.

I wait a minute or two, gathering up the courage to turn my head and look around the room, inspecting the little details that might tell me where I am. It's strangely bright, the sun burning through the large windows on my left which indicates that it must be almost noon- when the sun is at its peak.

That means that I slept through the whole night. My stomach rumbles loudly to confirm my theory. I raise my arms and head to glance over my clothes. Yep, still the same as yesterday.

I purse my lips as I stare at the ceiling, tracing over and over again ay the peeling paint threatening to fall on us. Us. Peter. How much did he see? And how long and how hard did he cry?

"Jalah?" Peter's coarse voice pulls my heart string sideways, his red and snotty face immediately broke my heart into pieces.

"Hey buddy," my voice is coarse and feels dry. "Are you okay?" I slowly prompt myself up, wrapping my arms around him, and cuddle Peter against my shirt as he cries without tears.

"You didn't wake up for a long time  Miss Jalah." He sobs, squeezing my body as if he's dreaming, "I didn't know if you're gonna wake up..."

"Shhh, you're okay baby and I'm okay," I whispered, kissing his head and hugging him some more.

We both didn't say anything for a long time, soaked up in our thoughts and embrace so tightly that the door opening startled us apart.

Timothy towered over us as he looks down at us. His eyebrow flared up and his months agape. No words come out of his mouth. Instead, his face slowly remains natural and then nothing. He closes the door behind him.

Peter crawls away from me, hugging his knees as he looks down at the grey carpet. I stare at the door, wondering if it's locked.

After a second I look around me. Toys were spilling over a box of them. Papers and medals stuffed on top of Peter's wardrobe and a cracked mirror reflected a scared brown-eyed girl. Next to me, my handbag was tossed upside down, and all of my things- lip balm, Vaseline, tissues- everything, spilled on the floor like vomit. I look at my wrist and hand, noticing that my wedding rings and my bracelet from my honeymoon were missing. Panic slowly builds in my chest as I think of my men, wondering if they can still track me down.

I turn back to Peter, glancing over to him chattering his teeth in a nervous sweat. The sun's out now and its warmth was the only bright thing in this situation.

"Pe-"

The door suddenly burst open, Timothy still holding onto the door knobs. He impatiently gestures his head towards the hallway.