I'm Over It

Chapter Nine: Shit

Why was he here? Finally everything was going right and now he was here to try and ruin it. "Leave." Peter laughed and grabbed my face roughly. "Nat, why so violent? That's not how you to talk to your boyfriend," he said mockingly. Lucas pushed him back and Peter laughed. "Don't tell me you're dating him now! You really degraded." Lucas looked pissed, but just kept his fist clutched by his side. I grabbed his hand and he took a deep breath, calming down before he did anything drastic. It was nice to know I have this affect on him, but... I don't have it on my father.

"The fuck you doing in my house," he yelled as he stood up, his gun in his hand. My mom had a gun in hers, and my brother had a gun in his. "This is going so horrible wrong," I muttered under my breath. Everyone was looking at the scene and I felt my birthday began to be a utter shit show. "Don't... make a scene, just... enjoy the party. I hated doing it, but I just didn't want him to ruin my day.

Throughout the part, I would catch Susan looking at Sarah with a sense of nervousness... what was that about? Rose hugged Susan a lot, her and Sarah glaring at each other during the whole thing. I don't know how I was able to pay attention to them when I had a whole war happening on either side of me. Peter kept trying to grab me, and Lucas kept hitting him. Lucas is not small nor is he weak, so I knew that it hurt. "Can you stop touching me," I said trying to keep my cool. Peter kissed my cheek and grinned arrogantly. "Why would I stop when I know that you can't live without me? It's adorable watching you try though." Lucas grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me behind him. "I think it's about time you leave."

"But... the rest of the guest coming with me haven't came yet," Peter said with an exaggerated gasp. There was a knock on the door.

"Natalie..." I knew the voice. I knew it all to well. It made every hair on my neck stand up and tears try to force their way out of my eyes... I looked over at Peter swiftly, him smiling like a maniac. "HE HURT YOU TOO, HOW COULD YOU BRING HIM HERE," I said, my anger getting the best of me. "He's my father, I could never truly stay mad at him. Plus, he just wants to wish you a happy birthday.

He went towards the door, but he barely got 2 steps before I socked him in the jaw and repeatedly started hitting him. He wasn't gonna bring that man in, I wasn't going through that pain again. Not today. Not ever. "Still know how to fight huh? That's what he loved most about you." People kept trying to pull me off as I continued to hit him, not caring that there was blood on my hands or the fact that the knocking got louder. I wasn't scared until the knocking stopped.

My body froze, paralyzed due to fear. I wouldn't turn around, not when I heard his cold voice say "Natalie" or when I heard my dad yelling. He was really here. He was really here. "Natalie, why don't you be a good girl and come here? I would hate for something to happen~" His voice was so calloused and heartless, just like I remembered.

Me and Peter didn't have a regular meeting. We met in a police station. As 2 of 30 victims. All kids. Peter got it the worse. Then me, and then everyone else. His father... his father was a very bad person. He went to jail after it had been found out that he had sexually assaulted 30+ kids... his father was a sex offender. And he had the perfect cover for it.

He used to be a "child therapist." Was loved by the parents, but feared by every kid he took on as a patient. I had gone to him after... after... I just went to him and he... Every thought of him made me cry. I couldn't keep my composure, not even when Peter slapped me or when everyone started arguing and yelling. It was all too loud. The air was stuffy, my vision was blurry, my words wouldn't come out. Rose made her way to me, trying to discreetly get me out, but Peter's father pulled me back. " Say 'hi Dr. Jones...'" He always loved touching me the most, loved staring, loved harassing. When he went to jail, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, yet here he was trying to hurt me again.

"Don't make me get violent." I wasn't sure what to do at first until I found out what would be best... Hurt him back. I kicked him in between his legs and tried to run away, shoving and socking him whenever he got up. Rose also tried fighting him off, but he knocked her out cold. Just as I nearly made it out of the house, I felt something hit me upside my head... my feet gave out underneath me and I felt my body get struck over and over again. That's when I saw... "...Susan?" That figures.

Third Pov:

Lucas moved away from Peter, fighting his dad, hoping, praying that he'd be able to save her. How did he get out of jail. He was sentence 3 life sentences, how was he out? Lucas began to cry as he got outpowered... Peter, his dad, Sarah, and Susan all left out... with Nat. Lucas tried to run after their car, the thoughts of her always relying on his flashing into his head over and over again like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. He ran until his legs gave out on him and there was no way he body would keep moving. "She's gone... I failed her..."

there was a sense of dread,, anxiety, fear... "We have to get her back, he mother said. "What makes you think they'll keep her alive," her sister asked as she started sobbing. Lucas was barely listening as he muttered about how it was his fault. "HIs father had an unkempt obsession with her, he'd never kill her. We just have to get her back. That only question now is..."

"How?"