What About Me?

Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

Peyton's pov:

"NO! STOP! PLEASE!" I try to scream, but my voice is weak. I'm weak. Why is this happening?
"HELP ME PLEASE! ANYBODY!" I shriek once again, tears prickling in my eyes. I'm struggling to do anything. I need to get out of here, but I can't. I'm trapped. I feel like I'm in a tight space, claustrophobia kicking in, yet I'm out in the open, with plenty of space. I start to shake and panic, my body just getting weaker. I'm trapped and there's no way out. I need to get out of here.

But I can't...

"OW! P-PLEASE, HELP!!" I screech again. The music from inside is loud, nobody can here me.

"PEYTON! FUCKING SNAP OUT OF IT!" A familiar voice snaps, whilst shaking me violently.

"Huh? What?" What the hell is Jay doing here? I soon realize that I'm in a awful state, shaking and crying, my carefully applied makeup streaming down my face, ruined.

"What's wrong? What was that all about? Peyton, you're shaking." He exclaims, his eyes scanning my face with sincerity, pulling me into a warm embrace, calming me down a little. 

"I-I had a memory lapse" I stutter, my shoulders shaking with silent tears once again. 

"Uh" Jay hesitates "do you want to talk about it?" He asks politely. 

"No! I mean, I don't really want to-" I trail off awkwardly, glancing upwards at his perfectly sculpted face. 

"Okay..." He sighs, pulling me closer towards him. "Listen Peyton. You can't tell anyone about me fighting here, everyone thinks I am older. They can't know I'm only 17. Only my closest friends know, so please don't say a word." Jay explains, his eyebrows knitted together tightly. "Oh! And I'm also known as Brendan Peters here..." He informs me. I try to take in all of the information. I then repeat his fake name to myself. Peters?

Peter...

"O-okay" I stutter once again.

"Come on, let's get you home." Jay leads me to my car, his arm still placed securely around my waist. I let him drive as I know I'm not exactly in the right state to. The ride home was very quiet, but a peaceful silence. It allowed me to go over everything that had just occurred. There was music playing at a low volume, I was just staring out of the window the whole journey, pondering. It was about 25 minutes until we parked in my driveway. I thanked Jay and apologized. Patrick then kindly took Jay home as he had no source of transport.

I was still very shook up about the whole thing. I was about to text Mae, but she beat me to it.

Mae: You still coming tonight?

Ah shit, I forgot about that. I guess I could still go as I'm home a lot earlier than I thought I would be. It's only 9:37pm.

Peyton: Yes! I'll be round in a bit. Just packing a few things!

Mae takes a while to reply, so in the meantime I rummage around my room, putting suitable clothes into my over-night bag. I also packed the necessities, like my hairbrush and mascara. I already have a toothbrush at Mae's so I didn't need to pack one. Once I'm done packing I check my phone to see if Mae has replied.

Mae: Cool, see you soon my loveeeee xx

Peyton: On my way xx

I lock my phone and shove it in my pocket. I then head downstairs, grab my coat and slip my shoes on. I'm still in shock, but I need to speak to Mae about what happened, she's the only person that knows about that night. And will forever be, the only person...

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"Wait, he was hugging you, whilst you where crying in his arms? Awe! That's so cute!" Mae squeals as I re-tell tonight's events. 

"Mae!" I say sternly. "It wasn't romantic in any way, he was just trying to comfort me" I explain whilst sitting up with my legs crossed on Mae's bed.

"True, but Peyton, the night everything happened is very serious, you need to tell someone else close to you, I can't believe you've only told me..." Mae scolds me, and she has a point. It was a while ago... But then again, it still haunts me to this day, and letting others know about it, well, I just wouldn't feel comfortable doing so...

"It was like a year or two ago... See?! I can't even remember the date! Like seriously, I don't even think about it, I'm fine, in fact, I'm great!" I fib, lying back down onto my stomach.

"Seriously Peyton, I can tell you're still hurting from everything" Mae knows me too well. Far too well...

"Meh, just leave it. Anyway don't tell ANYONE, about what happened earlier... Promise?" I say emphasizing the 'anyone' whilst, sticking my pinkie finger out for Mae to shake. She takes it hesitantly.