Entirely Different Person [PETER]

Chapter 18- It stinks in here, doesn't it? **SLIGHT GORE**

Peter's Birthday, TK's POV

I clean the last table at work and I'm finally ready to clock out. I hang up my apron and begin to tell my manager that I'm leaving. I sigh mentally. I haven't seen Y/N in 2 days. Maybe I should schedule a time for us to hang out. I quickly check their socials, and to my surprise, it was their boyfriend's birthday. I sigh, but this time out loud. I walked out of the diner.  

Maybe I should hang out with Lucy. She is the prime reason why me and Y/N became friends in the first place. I go to Lucy's contact and text her. 

"Hey Lucy, are you busy tonight? Wanna hang out?"  

I cut right to the chase. After 30 minutes, I still get no response. Lucy was always the type to answer me quickly, no matter what. So, what happened? I decide to just leave it be and go home. After all, it's not that big of a deal. 

While I'm walking, I feel a drop of rain hit my nose. Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen. I don't have my umbrella on me. I start to rush home. I wonder why everyone's gone ghost mode all of a sudden. I feel a lump in my throat and I try to swallow it. But I just end up having glossy eyes. Once again, I feel myself getting all sentimental. I've been feeling like this a lot recently, and I'm not quite sure why. I always have this gut feeling that something bad is happening. Not only to just me, but people around me. And it wasn't like this before. Not before Y/N got a boyfriend. Something just feels so wrong about him. He's not... Normal. Maybe I'm just over thinking it but that's just what's on my mind. 

I arrive home, soaked, 30 minutes later. I place my bag down and quickly run to the shower. I  look at myself in the mirror. "Man, I look busted." I take off my clothes, that are releasing an unpleasant stench. "Yikes." I quickly hop in the shower. 

AFTER THEIR SHOWER 

I look at the time, 8:27 pm. I plopped on my bed with a towel wrapped around me. I try to focus on something else. Something else than Lucy and Y/N. And their creepy ass boyfriend. But I can't. I'm not even tired. Usually, I always feel like sleeping. But something Is desperately telling me to stay awake. I can't fall asleep. And I won't fall asleep. I haven't felt this way in a while. I've never ever, in such a long time, felt so god damn paranoid like this, 

I haven't done this since I lied about losing my virginity and worried that everyone would find out. 

Do I think Lucy's at the house? 

Probably not. 

Is there something in my gut to just go anyway? 

Hell yeah. 

I blow dry my hair, something in my gut is just telling me to go to her house. I'm not sure if it's a bad feeling or a good one. But all I know is that I should go to her house. It could give me the opportunity to catch up with her, considering I haven't spoken to her in a while. This could be stress relieving. 

I go to my closet. Should I wear something nice? Or casual? I mean, casual is nice. So.. I'll just go with something I'd usually wear. I put my black ripped jeans on with a tank top and a leather jacket. Converse and a beanie should do the trick. I look decent, I'm off to see my friend.  

15 minute drive later... 

I finally arrive at Y/N's old house, where Lucy is staying. Deja vu returns to me as I remember everything that has happened here. All the good times me and Y/N spent, with Lucy, even Lucy's friends weren't bad all the time. So what happened? Why did Y/N just abandon it all, with the memories along with it? Some things don't make sense to me, but I'm pretty sure it will after I get all the pieces to the puzzle. 

I walked up the stairs to the apartment they lived in. Here goes nothing. 

I knock. 

...

No response. 

I knock once again, still nothing. Lucy knows how I knock,  so she should answer. What the hell? I called her phone to tell her to open the door. 

What the actual fuck. I hear it on the inside of the house ringing. Lucy always has her phone on her, this is creeping me the fuck out. I go downstairs to get the landlord. Maybe he knows something. 

I hastily ran back down the stairs and knocked on his office door. "Roy, I don't have time for your sob stories at 9'o clock at night. Go home." I swallow. "Um... I don't think I'm the person you thought you were talking to?" I say confusingly. 

Don opens the door. "Ah, your Y/N's friend. They don't live here anymore, so go away. I have better shit to do." Before he closes the door on my face, I catch it and say, "I'm quite aware that Y/N does not stay here. I'm looking for Lucy, her roommate?" Don lets out a heavy sigh. "What does that have anything to do with me?" He frowns. "Well... It's for Y/N's sake?" I smile nervously. He sees right through me. 

"Okay kid, what do you want me to do?" 

"Just open the door upstairs for me." 

He lets out a big sigh. "What apartment were they in again?" I tell Don what apartment Lucy lives in and we hustle up the stairs. "This is the door, right?" I nod in agreement. He sulks. "This better not be for nothing, bud." He opens the door, and a foul stench reeks throughout the apartment. "Dude, what the fuck!" I cover my nose. "Jesus fucking Christ! What is it that stinks that bad? 

"It smells like a dead body!" 

I stepped into the house with Don surprisingly. I guess he wanted to know what stink like that. So far, I've searched the kitchen, no sign of Lucy. I see her phone on the counter. All of her notifications are old, her phone hasn't been touched at all. It's at 2% as well. "What the fuck..." I mumble. All of a sudden, I hear Don scream my name in the other room. "TK!! YOU HAVE TO COME HERE QUICK!!!" I run as fast as I can. 

My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I saw my friend of 6 years, brutally stabbed and tortured, with a torn off leg. 

And a mark on her saying the word, "SLUT." 

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