Asylum»Peterick

10//Maybe Not Home?

(A/N: so my mom decided to throw my phone so now it's shattered. thanks, mom. so now i cant talk to my friends or go on instagram. great. anyway, i said id update again so here ya little bitches go.)

As I stared at the thin red hand that determines the seconds passing on a clock, I came up with some sort of plan; Pete cannot stay at my house, I even can't for that matter. If anyone from the asylum comes to my house in hope of finding me, they will, they will even find Pete. I couldn't let that happen.

"Pete, wake up." I urged him, taping on his shoulder lightly.

His mouth was slightly open as he slept, a little string of drool fell out. I could tell that this was the best nap he has had for a very long time. I felt bad for waking him up but it needs to happen.

"Peter, come on. You need to wake up." I said, moving his hair from his face.

"Peter!" I finally yelled, causing him to jolt up.

"Sorry, you need to wake up, I'm afraid of someone finding us. We need to go to a hotel at least so we have time to find somewhere else to live, peacefully." I told him.

Pete rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms, revealing his wingspan. "Why do we need to leave?" He asked, completely oblivious to what I said.

"Just come on, I'll give you some clothes to put on." I said, walking to my room.

"Patrick?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

'I love you too, now come on."

He followed me upstairs and flopped on my bed.

"Put on these." I demanded, throwing some clothes at his face.

"Okay, where are the clothes though?" He asked sarcastically, leaving the clothes on his face.

"I think they're on the ground or something." I replied.

I grabbed some clothes for myself and went into my bathroom to let Pete put on his clothes by himself, but only ending up following me until I stopped walking, where he kissed my neck.

I get that he's trying to be romantic but I'm too stressed out to join in on the romance.

"Not now, Peter." I told him, walking just a little bit.

***

Soon after we had some clothes and essential hygiene items packed in a suitcase, which was in the trunk of the car as I drove Pete and I all day to a hotel in Wisconsin.

Pete was asleep again, his head leaning on my shoulder.

I was blaring music through the crappy radio so I wouldn't fall asleep and kill us both before we have been two days free from the asylum, illegally.

(A/N: another short chapter, sorry. i wanna get new music on my ipod and i have no more ideas for this chapter sorry lol. bye now. and just a side note, im still pissed off at my mom.)