Sabrina Gray

Ten

"Peter! Peter!" I yelled as I pounded on Peter's Hotel door.
He opened the door and looked at me.
We have been in Paris for a while now I lost track maybe it's been six months seem right I mean we got here in January and its July now so yea six months not to mention I'm sixteen as of yesterday I was 15 when we got here since my birthday is the 5th of July.
I walked into his room as he shut the door behind me. He just looked at me.
"Yea I know it's 5:00 in the morning Sabrina" I said as I threw him a shirt.
"What's wrong" he said as he put his shirt out.
"He's gone again" I said as I sat on Peters bed.
"What do you mean he's gone?" Peter asked.
"I woke up and he was gone again" I said as Peter sat next to me.
"Did you call him?" He asked.
"I tried but he left his phone" I said as I leaned my head on Peters shoulder.
So literally this has been the 5th time in the last two weeks that my dad has up and left and then he comes back a day later. I'm not sure what he does or where he goes he just promises me it's nothing bad.
"Why did you have to come pounding on the door at 5:00 in the morning? You have a key" he said as he rested his head on mine.
"That way is  to easy I wanted to make sure you would actually wake up because a 22 year old like you should actually wake up" I laughed.
"And a 16 like you should not be waking up at 5:00 pounding on my door when you can walk in and shake me a wake" he said as tickled me.
"Stop it!" I laughed.
"Only if you promise you will use the key next time" he said.
"Okay okay I promise" I said as I got up and jumped onto the other bed and laid down.
Ever since my dad started leaving I've been living in both rooms when he's gone I'm in Peters room when my dad is here I'm in his room. I wasn't going to sleep but I was going to pretend. 
I laid there for a while just thinking about the stuff that's happened over last six months and honestly it's a lot. My diploma was sent to Paris and it sits framed in my bag and Peter gets money sent from his mom and letters and she wants him to come home soon and honestly I want to go home too I miss Claire she's my best friend I mean we FaceTime but you know. Then well  my dad just disappears and is gone for a day but I already told you that.
I looked at my phone and it said it was 6 so I got up and went across the hall to shower.
After my shower I went back to Peters room.
"Key" I said as I walked in.
He was still asleep so I turned around and went to the lobby for breakfast.
"Looking good" a guy named Jim said.
Jim comes from Britain and has been here for a couple weeks and he sits in the lobby every morning waiting for me and it's kinda scary.
"Thank you" I said as I got food for Peter and I.
"Where is the scary dude that was with you yesterday" Jim asked me as he walked over to me.
"My dad?" I asked as he got slightly closer.
"Yea" he said as I moved.
I just walked away with mine and Peters food. It's people like him that makes my dad and Peter be over protective I mean they have other reasons like my dad I'm his only kid and Peter I'm his... I'm not sure exactly what I am to him.
I walked into Peters room and sat the food down and walked over to Peters bed.
"Hey" I said as gently shook him awake.
"Morning" he said as he sat up.
"Breakfast?" I asked as I got up and grabbed the food I had gotten.
"Thank you" he said as he hugged me and kissed the side of my head.
I just smiled.
"Was that Jim kid down there?" Peter asked as he ate his breakfast.
I nodded as I ate my own.
"What did he have to say today?" Peter asked.
"Asked me about my dad and then I left" I said as I looked at Peter.
Peter just shook his head and then we finished our breakfast.
After we finished breakfast he went and showered and laid down and watched tv.
"Mohinder called" Peter said as he walked out of the bathroom.
I took a deep breath and looked over at Peter.
In the last 6 months I've passed out twice a month and Mohinder has been studying my brain for a while now. My illness I guess is what you would call is caused by my fire ability now you would think that my other ability would take care of it make it disappear the thing that's wrong and it does but not completely my ability to heal myself is the reason I haven't died yet.
"What did he say" I asked.
"He said he might have found the cure" Peter said as he sat on the edge of the bed next to me.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah but he's back in New York" Peter said.
"Can we go?" I asked with a smile.
"If you want" he said.
I nodded as I jumped up and ran across the hall to grab my bag and when I did I noticed my dads phone was gone.
I grabbed the door nob and shook my head and then met Peter in the hall.
"Ready?" Peter asked as he put his hand out.
"Yeah" I said as I grabbed his hand.
We walked down to the lobby and checked out and then off we were back to New York.
We landed in front of Mohinders apartment building.
I looked at Peter and smiled nervously. He pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear "everything will be okay" that's what he always tells me when I seem nervous.
I nodded and we headed up to Monhinders apartment.
"Hey Peter. Hey Sabrina. Where's Sylar?" Mohinder asked as he opened the door.
"Gone. Left this morning and then came back to get his phone and left again" I said as I sat down.
"Well then. Father of the year" Mohinder said as he walked over to his desk.
"I'm going home to unpack but I'll be back" Peter said as he pecked my cheek and then hugged me.
"Behave" he said.
"We will see" I said with a smirk as he grabbed mine and his bag and walked out the door.
Mohinder studied my brain on his computer as he injected the stuff that would hopefully cure me. I sat there for what seemed like years.
"I think it worked" Mohinder said suddenly.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yea look it's all gone" he said pointing at the screen.
"Thank you so much!" I said as I hugged Mohinder.
"Your welcome"  he said as he took the things off my head.
"I'm going to head home if that's okay.. I surprisingly missed New York." I said as I took my phone out.
"Be careful" Mohinder said with a smile.
I nodded and left. I walked down the streets of New York practically burning up because of my choice in clothes. I'm wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans with boots and my hair in a high pony tail.
I walked up the familiar dark steps that lead to Peter apartment. I hated the dark stair case but I got over it especially the more I had to walk up and down them.
I knocked on the door and waited for Peter to answer but he wasn't the one to answer it was his mom. I walked in and smiled at Mrs. Petrelli.
"Hey Ma who was at the door" Peter said as he walked out of his room.
"Hey I was going to come and get you Sabrina" he said as he gave me a quick hug.
"I know but I was excited to get back that I couldn't wait" I said with a half smile.
"So did it it work?" Peter asked as he looked me in the eyes.
"Yeah" I said as I almost cried tears of joy.
I was free of the illness now just as normal as all the other specials.
"Good" he said as I followed him into the kitchen.
Mrs. Petrelli, Peter and I sat in the kitchen and talked.
Peter was going to go back to work and I was going to start college in the fall still unsure with what I wanted to do. I knew I was going to be enrolled into NYU because Mrs. Petrelli said she was going to enroll me there and Peter agreed. I guess it's better then going somewhere that I would have to have a dorm I mean at least this way I get stay here which was what we both wanted.
As we sat there talking my phone suddenly rang and I excused myself and went to the living room.
"Is this Miss. Gray?" The voice asked.
"This is" I said.
"We have body down at the corner and we need you to come and identify it. We think it's your father" the voice said.
"No!" I screamed as I sat on the couch.
"I'm sorry ma'am" the voice said as the hung up.
Peter was already by my side the moment i screamed. I chucked my phone at the wall and watched it shatter into pieces.
"What's wrong? Who was it?" Peter asked.
"The corner" I cried.
Peter grabbed me and pulled me into a hug and I cried. My dad couldn't be dead it's impossible for him to die. And if he was dead then I had no parents and my birthday would be the worst time of the year ever because my moms death anniversary is a day before my birthday and my dads would be the day after. Peter just held me as I cried and rocked me back and forth. He didn't know what to say I know that Peter lost his dad and his brother. Mrs. Petrelli left after Peter rushed to my side. I eventually fell asleep knowing tomorrow was going to be possibly one of the worst days of my life.

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