I walked into the main room of the building closing the basement door behind me. I looked over out the window at my truck, then look over at Uncle F and Sky. I decided to stay, so I tossed my truck keys into the security desk drawer and locked it. I walked over to a corner and watched the diner from my security stance. Uncle F walked up next to me also watching the diner.
"So, how's it going with her?" Uncle F asked.
"God, why don't you ever ask her how it goes?" I replied.
"I do, I just wanna hear your side." He said.
"Well, it's fine I guess. I mean what do you expect? I don't like to judge myself or my relationships." I said.
"Yeah I know you don't, your father was the same way." He said.
"Yeah," I said.
"Look Peter, I just want you to have a life." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well you know our family. We're killers. See us men just find some chick, bang 'em, have a son and raise them a killer and leave the mother. You, well I think you should do differently, Sky is a nice gal, the best part she's a killer too. I think you should marry her, have kids, and live a decent life." He said in a low tone, making sure only I could hear him. I thought about what he said, 'Live a decent life,' 'Get married,' I didn't know what to think of it. I never really thought of living a life like that, I only expected there to be blood, pain, and loneliness. With that on my mind to pounder, I left the restaurant. I drove around the town thinking, thinking of what I have now, and what I could have. Being a person like me, you don't quickly think things through as expected.
I soon found myself sitting in my truck on the side of the road under a streetlight. I had my window rolled down, and you could feel the chilling breeze of the night, hear the crickets, but I didn't pay attention to any of that. I had only one thing on my mind, a life with her. I finally thought to myself, 'Sitting here thinking about it won't get you anywhere now will it?' Strangely I could see my dad in myself when I said that. I started up the truck and sped off to Sky's house and texted her to meet me there.
I pulled up next to her, and she got in the truck.
"What was it you wanted to tell me?" She asked.
"I've been thinking," I replied.
"Of?" She said.
"Having a future with you."
"Oh, Peter."
" I know, I know, it's crazy and rushing things a bit, but I'm serious when I say it."
"I know you are, and I want the same thing as you."
It fell silent. We leaned towards each other and kissed deeply. We went into her house and into her room locking the door behind us. I think you can pretty much guess what happened after that.
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The Guilt In Ourselves
FanfictionThis is the long story of a man named Peter Gatsby, born March 4th, 1978. He was the son of a famous serial killer known for the murders at Freddy Fazbears. This is his long, and difficult journey.