Escape

Chapter 7

I’m still clinging to him with my life, no matter what he says I’m still going to be scared that hell drop me, but I believed he would do it, but I was still scared he would, I don’t know why. Suddenly he lowers me onto my bed and let’s goes of me. He then goes over to my wardrobe and opens the door.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“Deciding what you’re going to wear to dinner with your girlies” he answered.

“Why are you picking it not me?” I ask in curiosity.

“Because I’m the one taking you there, I’ll be with you through it and I’ll be taking you home therefore I decide what you wear” he said to me. I walk up behind him and spin him around.

“Peter you can’t escort me everywhere” I say to him.

“I don’t care, I want to make sure you’re always safe so I always have to be with you” he said.

“oh Peter, I’m not always going to be with you whether you like it or not, I have a life and things to say to people that I don’t want others knowing, you can be there, just please don’t sit with me the whole night, please?” I ask him.

“If it will make you happy I will do what you ask” he says to me.

“Thankyou” I whisper back to him while wrapping my arms around him and giving him a hug, he then wrapped his arms around me, I loved the feeling it gave me.

“Now what did you want me to wear?” I ask him while letting go of his body. He pulled out a red skinny shirt dress, “no, not tonight baby” I say to him. He knew I would never consider it he still wanted to see if I would say yes. Eventually I picked my own clothes to wear.

“Get out” I say emotionless to Peter.

“Oh why can’t I watch?” he says to me, sounding disappointed.

“Peter out!” I say while pushing him out of my bedroom and closing the door while locking it to make sure he couldn’t get back in. after getting changed, doing my hair, makeup and putting on my shoes Peter is about to knock down my door with how impatient he had become. “In a minute!” I yell to him, it seemed to calm him down a little but it wouldn’t be for long. I got some pot from my bag, put it in my purse and finally opened the door to Peter.

“About time!” he complains to me while pointing at his wrist, with an ‘imaginary’ clock on it. “A girl needs time to get ready, if you want any girl you’re going to have to get used to having to wait” I warn him. “I don’t want any girl, I only want you” he says to me while walking slowly closer to me. I start blushing. He smiles. “You can see can’t you?” I ask in embarrassment.

“Yep, it’s so obvious, even under all that makeup that you’re wearing” he says to me. He keeps smiling. “Come on, let’s go before were late” peter says while grabbing my hand. I freeze for a second. He doesn’t move, he lets me take it in. when his hand found its way to mine, I felt like I wasn’t alone, like someone was made for me, they fit perfectly together I thought to myself. All peter could see was me smiling and looking down at our hands, he smiled “come on Kristen”.

We were walking to the pier for it wasn’t that far away from my apartment. Our hands were interlocked and I held onto his arm that was holding my hand. Our steps were in sink, we didn’t talk that much but now the silence wasn’t strange. We didn’t need to talk; our actions were doing all the talking.

“Kristen?”

“Yeah Peter”

“Can I take you out tomorrow night maybe?”