I Am

Chapter 6 - Peter's POV

The next FIVE chapters will be written from Peter's POV!

I didn't know what to say so I just left. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to do but I needed to get away and pray, besides, what could I say? Briella was fighting this with everything she had. I could tell she was lost and she needed Jesus, but she was refusing to admit it herself.

I went down the hall to my room and knelt down at the window, placing my elbows on the window seat. This was my favorite spot to pray.

Father, help me find the words to reach Briella. Fill me with the spirit like the Bible Peter. Father, please touch Briella. Break her heart to pieces so she knows she needs you. Show her I love her, that I'm not just doing this to please you, Lord, but that I honestly love her. Father God, not my will but Yours. Father, God, Lord Almighty, Yahweh, Jehovah, Adonai, Holiest of Holies, King of Kings.....

I ran out of words so I just kneeled there, repeating aloud the powerful names of God, and finding strength in God's presence. I ended up crying, like I always do when I am so desperately praying. I was interrupted from my prayer when my father entered the room.

"Briella is quite upset, Peter," he said.

I sighed. My father could see in my eyes the hurt I was feeling.

"She told me that you were trying to 'fulfill you purpose,'" he continued.

"I was just trying to help her," I replied, faintly. "I can tell she needs to be saved but she refuses."

"Give her time, Peter," he said in a strong voice. "I showed her to the guest bedroom and showed her the bathroom."

"Thank you."

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The next morning I woke up and followed my normal routine: shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, study my Bible, pray, and eat breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen I saw Briella standing there, helping herself to some toast and bacon.

"Good morning," she said, cheerfully.

"Good morning, too," I replied, a little dumbfounded. I had expected her to not be so happy with me. "Look, Briella, I'm sorry that I just kind of ran off last night. I was stressed out and I just-"

"It's ok, Peter," she cut me off mid-sentence. "I understand that I was being a little harsh."

I still didn't understand why she was so cheerful and forgiving. I just stood there staring at her, dumbfounded.

"Come here," she said, holding her arms out for a hug.

I walked up and gave her a quick hug. She was wearing the same outfit that she had worn yesterday, I guess because she didn't have a change of clothes. But she had definitely taken a shower, her hair smelled good, and my dad had washed her clothes for her.

I grabbed a piece of toast and starting eating.

"Are you ready to go to school?" I asked, after finishing that slice of toast.

"Yep," she replied, in that ever-cheerful voice.

We walked outside together. Great, I thought, there was rain coming down in sheets.

"Do you wanna make a run for it?" I asked Briella.

"Yeah!" She replied.

I took her hand.

"1, 2, 3!" I shouted.

We ran through the rain, across the yard, to my car. I opened the passenger door and Briella hopped in. I ran around to the driver's door and quickly hopped in behind the steering wheel. I cranked the car before looking at myself and Briella. We were both soaked.