Reality vs Imagination

I Care

             I had advanced about four blocks from the hospital and I was freezing.  Not too long after a red Subaru pulled up next to me.  Peter.  "Hey!  You look cold.  Need a ride?"   Yes it's freezing and no I don't want anything to do with him anymore.  He's like those "friends" that stab you in the back and after all you've done for them.  I've learned to not trust anyone.  Those walls I took down I'm throwing them back up but stronger. 

"No.  Are you stalking me?" I started as my teeth chattered. "I...I...I'm fine.  I..It...its not too far."

             Peter cocked his eyebrow and looked at me in the eye but I managed to break away. I was freezing and I kind of did want to take up his offer.  No Katy, you must be strong. I thought to myself.  Peter rolled his window up and got out of his car.  He slung his jacket over my shoulders but I didn't pull away. "C'mon, Let me take you home." He whispered.

             Peter's arms were wrapped around my arms as though keeping me warm.  I didn't want to take any part of this, but it felt right.  No it's not.  I pulled out of his grasp and put some distance between us.  

             "Here!" I yelled while throwing his jacket at his feet.  "I don't want it!  I've been pretty clear already and if you didn't hear me then this is the last time you'll hear it! I! Don't! Want! Anything! To! Do! With! You!  Don't you get it?" 

              I turned around and started my journey again.  This time I felt someone grab my arm.  I turned and thought I would see Peter but I was wrong.  It was a man that was fair about six feet tall. His eyes were pure black and I was somehow lost in his eyes as if he had a trance on me. 

              The man crashed his lips into mine and I automatically pushed away and ran the other direction.  I was terrified.  Who was he?  And why did he do it?  I was so afraid I almost didn't hear Peter yelling after the guy. I didn't dare look back. I was scared at what I might see. That's when I heard fists pounding into skin.  I kept my pace up and continued my way home. 

              Peter's car kept strolled next to me. Will he give it a rest already? As much as I wanted to get in his car I couldn't, even though be basically saved me from a lunatic.  I decided to take what I thought was a short cut but in reality it ended up being a dead end.  Shit! Now I don't even know where I'm at.  And its getting darker.  Now my heart was beating faster and faster.

              I fell to the ground, defeated.  I began to sob, the stress of not knowing how Tyler is and the animosity I'm feeling towards Dad's reaction, to his only son being in the hospital,  is starting to become a very dangerous mixture that's causing my head to spin.  I squeezed my eyes tight until a bright light engulfed my distressed body.  The amount of stress I put myself under caused me to black out and the last thing I remember seeing was Peter approaching me. 

               When I awoke I was in my comfy bed and my heart race picked up and I began to panic. How the hell did I get here? I don't remember walking home.  Just then I heard a knock on the door.  "Dad?". I called out hoping it was him.

              "No, Erm it's Peter."  You've got to be kidding me.  "May I come in?" He asked in a calm soothing voice.

              "Well let's see, You're already In my house. So go ahead I don't see why not." damn my pride. 

               Peter walked into my room with a tray that had a mug and some small baked goods.  My heart suddenly softened.  "I made some tea, I assume you like cinnamon tea, because you have quite a few boxes of it in the pantry.  I ran out to get you some chocolate filled croissants."

               I felt tears stream down my face which I didn't wipe away.  Just with the thought of Peter not giving up on me even though I made it clear that I didn't want anything to do with him yet here he is, in my house being the sweetest angel. "I'm really sorry Peter." I whispered.

              Peter handed me the mug and asked "For what?  If anyone is to be sorry its me.  Katy I've taken into consideration to what you said and you're right.  I am an asshole and I do apologize for not doing anything about what the sluts did and what they did is unforgivable.  I was hoping I would have had an opportunity to talk you about it an-"

               "No, stop.  It was my fault I shouldn't have been rude.  I was just angered with my dad.  He doesn't even care that Tyler was hurt or even care that we even breath anymore.  He's a lot more distant now.  I miss my old family I miss how things were." Tears started pouring out my eyes. 

               Peter leaned in and tilted my head up to meet his gaze.  "Don't cry, you're too pretty to cry and you know what?  I care.  I care whether or not Tyler is okay.  I care if you're breathing.  I care as to what happens to you.  I care.  I care about you.  That's why I had to make sure you made it home safe.  Katy I care."

         Can I really trust this person?  Does he really think that just because he apologizes that he can just get a free pass? What about me interests him enough to go out of his way to hunt me down and bring me back home?  All these questions were running through my head yet something told me it was okay to believe him.

              I put the mug down and embraced Peter in a hug.  Peter tightened his grip around me as if he was trying to put me back together.  "Thank you." I mumbled.  Everything about this felt right and those walls I put up?  I knocked them right back down because nothing is getting in the way of this.

              "Katy! What the Hell?!?" Shouted my dad from the door way.

Or not.