POV: Tess Lee Gray
"Tess?" Peter called. Shutting the bathroom door, I let out a small whimper. Why was Clarissa here? Why did Peter say he never saw me? Or at least what looked like me? Was he going to keep me here forever? I had to leave. Soon. Dropping the towel I started the shower, after figuring it out. I let the warm water rush over my body. Slowly getting on my knees I sat down and silently cried. I'm going to have to go back to the orphanage. I'm going to have to leave. Since its almost dark out what I'll do would be to wake up early in the morning and leave Peters house writing a note. Should I tell him that I'm just leaving and not to look for me? Should I fake my death? Should I leave without explaining? Should I write him and letter telling him I'm sorry and thanks for letting me stay here for awhile? That's it I'll tell him I'm sorry and leave. Standing back up I grabbed Axe shampoo and rubbed it into my scalp and long thick hair. There was no girly smelling soaps and this would have to do. As long as it gets my hair clean. After rinsing it out I stopped the shower, and grabbed the towel off the ground. Wrapping it around my hair I though it back and began to dry off with the second one. Wrapping my body with the towel I stepped out with my right foot. I only like to step out of showers with my right foot and I can only open doors with my left. It's been like that since I was little. Opening the door I looked back and forth for Peter. Maybe he has a couple of extra clothes?
"Peter!" I yelled. Not getting an answer I walked over to the closet door and lightly knocked.
"Peter?" I spoke in a soft voice. Opening the door all the way and turning on the light I realized Peter wasn't in there, but it looked like his room. Maybe it was a guest bedroom?
Taking a step forward I walked over to his dresser and scanned the picture frame at the top. A group of people, like a wolfs almost. I laughed at the thought of wolfs. Oh wolfs, well werewolf's could they be real? Shaking off the thought i heard footsteps up the stairs.
Speed walking out of the room I closed the door and turned the light off. Spotting Peter by the top of the stairs.
"Uhh..what were you doing in there?" He questioned.
"Looking for you. I couldn't find you after my shower." I said.
Walking towards the bathroom I bent down carefully not wanting to expose or drop my towel, I grabbed my dirty clothes.
"Right. Um you can borrow a old shirt of mine if you like. I grew out of it." He spoke. Opening the door to the room I had just been in. Waiting in the hall, Peter soon came out with a white long sleeve that has clear buttons going down the middle, a pair of Calvin Klein black underwear.
"I brought you some underwear, I get it if you don't want them though." he laughed. Forcing a laugh I spoke "as long as there clean." Grabbing the clothes from his hands, I saw him glance at my wrist looking worried? Looking down I looked at the wrist from the nails. People always assume the worst, it's just from "accident." Cough Clarissa. I walked back to the bathroom right before thanking him and shut the door. Putting the same bra back on. I though on the shirt and underwear. They were clean, which was good. I laughed to myself and realized I didn't have clean pants. The shirt went right below my bum. That's okay right? Yeah. Folding my clothes I left them on the bathroom counter. Opening the door I walked down stairs to grab a glass of water and talk to Peter. Turning the corner I ran into Peter and fell right on top him sitting up, I looked down and saw I was straddling him. Electricity ran though my body before standing up.
"Uhh sorry about that I was getting water..than I turned the corner and before I knew it I was on you. Then I started to spac.." I spoke nervously. Oh gosh was I starting to like him?
"It's ok Tess." He said looking into my eye.
"I have a question. It's okay if you say no, but ermm..uhh would you want to come with me to see my good friend? His names Thomas. Thomas Sangster. It's just I haven't seen him in along time and I don't want to just leave you here so what do you say?" He spoke quick.
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BLOOD MOON
Teen Fiction*The moon was blood red* When the moon turned red he told he'd be back. *The moon was blood red* I told her I'd be back, but what I wish I told her is that everything would change.
