Second Year Teacher

Chapter 50: Cured

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Alexis' POV-

I glanced down at my watch, 11:50, Peter had said he was to be here at 11:30. My heart felt heavy, but it began to race, I didn't know what I was expecting of him, why it was so important for him to meet me for lunch? I rested back in my seat, exhaling lightly pulling out my phone to see if Harry, or Peter, or really anyone texted me. I needed human contact considering I've been sitting in this really sketchy restaurant for twenty minutes, getting eerie stares from almost everyone. Its almost as if they all know me, but know something bad about me.

I scrolled through tmy texts to see a few unread ones sent from Peter saying he was going to be late, a few from Harry saying that he loves me and that he'll come in a minute if he needs to save me from Peter. I smirked at Harry's texts, he really does care about me, its so sweet.

My eyes rolled up from my phone as a soft cough errupted by someone standing above me, Peter. He slowly slid into the chair across from me, my eyes darted down. "So" he jeered. "Hmm" I pressed my lips tighter so they sealed shut. "Why did you even invite me to come here?" I sighed, breaking the small silence falling over us. My head rested in my hands, as my fingers massaged my temples, I was in diar need of sleep.

"Alexis, how have you been! You look so tired, have you been sleeping lately?" Peter asked, trying to be all charming and sweet. My quick and almost pointless response, "No I haven't" I shook my head, I could feel the bags under my eyes get bigger just by the thought of sleeping. "Why did you invite me here?" I asked again in a quiet voice, hoping he would answer me this time. "So have you ever eated here before, I heard that their spinach and green pepper pizza is to die for" Peter smiled, flipping through the menu. "No I've never eaten here, why did you bring me here?"

Peter began another slow chuckle, what was so funny? "Can't I just ask my ex - wife out to lunch, just to talk about our new lives, and have it not be awkward?" Peter shot me his charming smile, I could tell he wanted something. "No, Peter, you really can't. Just because we're having lunch doesn't mean that everything is all peachy keen between us" I began to rub my temples harder after giving Peter a menacing glare, hoping it would make this lunch end sooner.

"Well where is the rule that we can't be peachy keen?" Peter inquired lightly, is he being serious? "You have to be joking me, right?" I began to chuckle at his stupidity. "I'm just not going into explaining about how you ruined my life..." I said a little too positively than needed, hoping to show my annoyance. "But you know I've changed, I've apologized multiple times Alexis. What else is there for me to do?" Peter store into my eyes, scooting his chair closer to the table.

Annoyed, I began to stand up and leave, I didn't see the relevance of my being. "Where are you going?" Peter spat quickly, grabbing onto my wrist and sending an icy shot up my entire arm. "I don't see the point of why I took time out of being with my sick daughter to come and converse with you!" I shook my arm free. "Lex" Peter said softly, giving my arm a gentle swipe. "What now?" I asked, my voice pleading that this is important.

"I... I came to talk about Darcy. I know a way to get her better." My head swung around so fast it could have fallen off. "Do.. tell" I gritted excitetly between my teeth. "I don't know how to say this Alexis..." Peter scoffed, his hand rising to over his mouth, covering his lips slightly. I waited patiently, this is too imporant to waste. "So, I have type B blood" I nodded, "And so does Darcy" I shrugged, curious as to where this was going.

"Well. Ever since we've split up, and gotten into fights, I've realized how big of a jerk I am.. not just to you, to everyone. I've been thinking days and nights how I could repay everyone for hurting them so bad, especially you." I cocked my head to the side, utterly confused. "So, since there is nothing wrong with MY child, I couldn't help but admire all the hurt and suffering Harry's child was going through. Even though how much I despise Harry, I feel bad for him. I mean I understand the pain of almost losing someone. And... I feel that with what I have come up with, it will end his pain, your pain, and Darcy's pain... forever."

My breath hitched in my throat as I thought of possible solutions. "I've decided..." Peter swallowed hard, my throat went dry. "I've decided to donate a valve from my heart, to Darcy" I sat there speechless, I felt like I was going to cry. "You, you don't have to, we can find another donor..." I felt myself start to cry. "Alexis, I want to do this. I want to clear my name for my daughter, and Darcy, as a man to look up to, not a man to fear. Please. Let me do this... for them." Peter's voice was cracking from the amount of tears spilling out of his eyes. "I, I need to talk to Harry about this... but I will get back to you on it, alright?" I pleaded through my tears, taking his hands in my own.

I gave his hands a tight squeeze before stepping up to leave. Peter's words echoing through my head, "Let me do this... for them". I guess he cares about me, just as much as Harry does.

**Sorry this was so short, I couldn't write anymore without bursting into tears**