Entirely Different Person [PETER]

Chapter 22 - Wait what the hell is going on?

This couch, the feeling. It's wonderful and I wished I'd never have to get up from it.

Yet as I left my boyfriend's arms and slipped on a hoodie and appropriate plaid pajama pants, I knew at some point I'd have to leave.

TK never like EVER has something to tell me this important that they couldn't tell me over the phone, so why is today so important? And just so happens to land on the day that me and Peter had a very... nice night. I put on my slippers as I head for the door.

As soon as I open it, I am met with a strong arm pulling me out of my house and onto the stairs below. They quietly close the door as I caress the part of my arm that hurts from the grip.

"TK-- What the fuck?!" I whispered, but loud enough for them to hear me. That was completely uncalled for and they didn't even give me a warning before doing so.

"Y/N, it isn't safe for you here," TK attempts to explain their actions, "And you need to keep your voice down. We need to go now."

"Woah woah woah-- what the flying fuck are you talking about?" I almost shout at them. You can see it in my face and tone that I am visibly upset about this. TK comes to my house at night while my boyfriend is sleeping to tell me that we need to get out of here? I struggle as I try to put together the dots, but nothing comes up. "I'm not leaving my house, nor my boyfriend."

They put their hands on my shoulders and their grip tightens with each word. "That's the problem, Y/N!" Their voice panicky, while their eyes are battering everywhere but mine-- as if they're keeping an eye out. What do they mean by that? I pull away from their grasp and narrow my eyes, trying to figure out what the hell they're doing.

"Dude, you're not communicating!" I shout. They immediately put a hand over my mouth and widen their eyes, as if I've done something horribly wrong. 

"Your boyfriend is suspected of killing Lucy. They saw him on the cameras walk into the house with her late at night."

A stab in the heart. That's what hearing those words felt like. My whole world was falling into pieces in front of me. Peter? Kill Lucy?

"No, you're lying. He's always with me-- how can that be?" My words came out breathy, almost as if they were seeking refuge in TK's next sentence.

But that sentence never came, as TK grabbed me by the arm once again and hid behind a nearby tree. One of my slippers flew off, as I was unprepared for the sudden interaction. I winced in pain as they tightly wrapped their fingers around my wrist.

"Y/N? Y/N Where did you go?!" I heard my boyfriend yell out for me. I wanted to say something back, I really did. But the words wouldn't leave my mouth. Did I not trust him? What was wrong with me? What if TK is lying because they want me to break up with Peter? So many questions with such little time.

I heard Peter go on the stairs, and I could sense his presence. "You forgot your slipper! C'mon dear, come back inside so we can cuddle. And... of course we can do other things if you'd like as well!" He stuttered in his last sentence, and he sounded nervous. Almost scared. "Please just come back inside." He muttered under his breath.

"We need to leave now Y/N," TK whispered to me. I didn't know what to do. Should I go and comfort my boyfriend and just go home? Or should I listen to my best friend and run away?

"I need to talk to him," I bit out. I averted my gaze to look at Peter, but he was gone. So many things were happening-- maybe I just needed to talk to him.

That obviously didn't work out as I heard a yelp come from TK, and their grip loosened from my arm. I watched as my boyfriend ripped TK from me and slam them against another nearby tree, knife in hand.

"Y/N my dear, I'm so glad you're safe! Go back inside, I'll see you inside." Peter exclaimed; his expression painted manic. He didn't seem like himself. I felt the sweat drops forming on my forehead, I don't know what to do...

The reality of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. My boyfriend, the man I love deeply. The man that saved me— the man who has held me through my deepest sorrows and shared my brightest moments, is a potential murderer. My mind races as I process this information, and I realize I need to get away from him, NOW.

But I can't leave TK here, I can't let them die like Lucy... I can't make the same mistake twice.

"Y/N— Run..." I heard TK whisper hoarsely.

They give me a look that lets me know they'll be okay. I have my doubts, but I trust them.

I look at TK one last time before I start running, not looking back. I know they'll catch up. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I need to get away from everything and everyone I know. I'm running for my life now, and I won't stop until I'm safe.

I run as fast as I can, my other slipper falling off, making my completely barefoot. The forest around me seeming to blur as I go. There are so many thoughts racing through my mind— Peter, TK, my own safety— but I try to focus solely on the path ahead. I've never run this far, and I can feel my legs starting to burn, but I push through the pain.

I can hear Peters shouts from behind me, but I don't look back. My only thought is getting away, getting as far away as possible.

When I felt a water droplet hit my head, I thought maybe I was imagining things. But it turned out it started to rain. It didn't matter though, cause I kept on going. Sooner or later, I saw a lake from I distance, remembering that it was Lake Molly. Usually, we would take Peter's car to get onto the highway and out of the suburbs, but I didn't have that option right now.

I struggle on, my muscles burning and my lungs about to give out. The winds are starting to pick up too, making it harder and harder for me to keep heading forward. I keep running, pushing through the pain of my burning legs and the rain that continues to pour down around me. I eventually come upon the shore of Lake Molly, my feet sinking into the muddy ground beneath. I feel a mix of relief and panic as I take out my phone. The signal is bad here, but it should be enough to call 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" The dispatcher calls out to me, their voice kind of glitchy. I try to catch my breath before I speak.

"My boyfriend— he's being crazy. You have to come and help me." I pant while looking around. All of a sudden, my phone gets smacked out of my hand, into the water.

"Turn around slowly or they die," I hear my boyfriend confirm.

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