Chapter 17

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"Peter! Piper! I expected more from you. Especially my own daughter. I will talk to you two later! I can't believe this!" Dave roars,
"Sorry about that.." He smiles at me,

Pipers his daughter?!

Maybe that's why he's with her.

I can't concentrate.

As they walk away, Peter brushes against my shoulder, sending glares towards me. I quickly look away, tears blurring my vision. I blink them back,

"Right, well, I think you should go get some rest. You've seen everything, and, also, you have two weeks off. I have to fly out to Grenette." He waddled away, towards the exit.

At least I have time to make up with Peter.

I walk to my new house, it's so beautiful, yet so lonely. It's just me and no one else. I miss hail,
I dial her number but it's unavailable.

I sigh and pick up a plain book and write day 1.

I've decided to write for each day, how it goes on my project: Make up with Peter.

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So, here it goes, day 1.

I decide I don't want to wear the 'set uniform' and I throw on a red dress and grab some simple black boots. I don't do anything with my growing hair. I walk out the door and head towards the place Peter probably is: his home. It is Saturday anyway, I just hope he's alone.

As I stand outside of his door, regret fills me, maybe I should just give up? But no, I need to know why. At first it's a quiet tap but then I knock the door louder, three times. Eventually I hear shuffling and Peter attends the door. Just seeing him makes my heart light up, normally when we saw each other we smiled.

But now he just glares,

As if all those feelings for me disappeared,

I start with:
"Look, I know I left you, but you need to at least hear me out."

I take a breathe but he just shuts the door on my face.
I sigh and pull out my book,

Day 1:

I tried to explain but he closed the door on me. No emotion present except Hatred.

I shut the book and put it back in my pocket, I turn and walk away, but soon find my feet leading me back to his door. I take a deep breathe and bang on the door. He comes out finally and I put my foot in the way. I step in to his house. He does that thing he does with his mouth, kinda like he's pouting.

I feel myself get lost in his eyes.

"What?" He rolls his eyes,

"Look, I'm sorry for leaving you behind. But--"
"It's not just that, it's the fact that it took you months to find me,"
"Peter, you can not tell me that for the past few months I have not been looking for you!" I raise my voice," I have tried and tried to get over the wall, but they find me and I have to wait until the next day to try again. I have starved and now I feel weak, and small, because of you! I haven't eaten for months, until now. But then, hail helped me, and we got over, oh! And forgot to mention, I have nearly died each day and in fact I was on the verge of death but you know what kept me alive? You. I didn't lose hope, and then o found you. I thought it was one of those cliché movies, when they reunite after ages. But it wasn't. And I feel like I have no point in living. After you left, I nearly committed suicide until Dave came in. You are my life, and now you're with someone else. Do you know how hard that is?! " I take deep breathes from all that talking,

He looks stunned.

I walk towards the door, but before I leave,
I turn around and say,
"Oh! Also! I forgot to say, I'm going to be gone forever. I'm going to start fresh and live in Grenette. So, if you have to say anything to me, I'll be in my house. It was good to see you." I sarcastically say,
And walk off like a boss.

Peter POV:

What just happened?

Piper comes walking through the door and smiles,
"I saw Tris leaving? What did she say?"

"Too much,"
"Look, what have I told you! You have to ignore her. You are my teddy bear." She smiles,
"Teddy bear? Where did you get that from?" I demand,
"Oh.. Nowhere, why?"
"Tris used to call me that.."

I walk to bed, Have I been too mean to Tris? I mean, if she nearly killed herself?

But, I have piper now, I can't go back now,

Especially with a engagement ring in the back of my pocket..

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