Chapter 8 - Gwens POV

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Finally just me and Peter. Finally we won't have anyone watching over our shoulders. I was about to walk out the door when my mom asked me "Where are you going?". I turned around and sighed "I'm just out for a walk to clear my mind and relax. I might even go see Skye.". Skye is one of my friends, I hardly ever see her I just used her as an excuse to go out. "Oh okay. Be back before 10." My mom hugged me and I said my good bye.

As I was walking down the stairs my back began to hurt. Not seriously hurt just a pain. I haven't taken any pain killers this morning/after noon, I'll take some when I get to Peters.

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I rang the doorbell of his house and waited for him to answer. The door eventually swung open and across Peters face was huge smile. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. After I released my self he said in posh British accent "Good morning slash afternoon Miss Stacy. Can I get you a warm or cold beverage?". I replied in my best attempt at a British accent."Why thank you kind sir, I would quite like a cup of tea."
"Coming right your way Miss Stacy.". We both laughed and went into the kitchen.

After of half an hour of awkward talk I knew something was up. "Peter are you okay?". He sighed and turned and faced me. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure anything.". Peter looked at me concerned and said said "Okay. So you know Harry." I nodded "Well you know he was put into Ravencroft" I nodded again "Well he escaped and apparently he's out on a revenge plot.". There was silence as I was thinking of what to say. "Peter what does that mean for us?".
"I don't know. All I know is that I have to protect the one thing I can't live without. Gwen that's you.". I desperately wanted to change the subject so I asked "Do you have any pain killers?" Peter looked confused "Yeah why are you okay?"
"Everything's fine my backs just aching a bit.". Peter went over to the kitchen to get them. When he came back over and I'd taken them we both laid down together. I laid on his chest, I could hear his heart beat. At this moment even though I wasn't at my apartment I felt more at home than ever.

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