The doctors say I have to stay in the hospital for one more day but I feel fine.
I'm so fucking done.
What is Peter expecting out of me?because I am surely not going to be his little fuck buddy.
Harry.
I wonder if he knows.
I get up from my hospital bed and walk down the hall. No matter how crazy they think I am I'm busting out of here.
As soon as I walk towards the door I feel a strong grip on my wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The doctor asks
"Getting out of here."
"No you're not. your schedule doesn't end here until tomorrow."
"I feel fine! All I did was get in a wreck and I have been here for a week laying in this stupid ass bed! it's like a prison in this place but, for the injured."
"I'm sorry miss. But, you have to stay here until tomorrow."
"Ugh." I let out a groan. I fucking hate this place.
I miss harry. He was my only friend and I always felt safe around him. He was possibly my best guy friend ever.
His sparkling green eyes that glittered with the light on them. His soft curls that were held back by a bandana or headband and his muscles moving and tensing with every word he spoke. That night we kissed under the moonlight when our lips collided passionately there was a spark that I hadn't felt before. he was perfect. Wait. What the hell am I thinking?!? He's a murderer!
With each thought of harry my eye lids grew heavier and heavier until I drifted off to sleep.
I wake up sweating and trembling. ugh. Another nightmare. I have been having the same one ever sense I arrived in Holmes Chapel that first night and all of them included my dad hitting me and beating me.
I look on the clock beside me and see that it's 11:53. Yessss I can finally get out of this place.
...
My foster mom pulls into the drive way and the first thing I see is peter standing on the door step with a bouquet of roses in his hands. Way to try to impress my foster parents. Asshole.
When I walk up to the door i say "what the hell are you doing here?" with a discussed tone in my voice.
I feel like I'm going to puke just looking at him.
"Babe. Your my girlfriend and you got in a car wreck. are you okay?"
I huff and shove past him, walking through the door.
"You do not! talk to your boyfriend like that!!!" my foster mom squeals from behind me. The whole world freezes as I turn around to face her.
"My boyfriend?!? MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND!HAH!" I laugh "HE TREATS ME LIKE SHIT! he for-"
Peters hand goes flying over my mouth before I can finish. Bastard.
"I'll take her to school now. I'm so sorry for her behavior Mrs. Tompson."
"It's quite alright dear. your welcome over anytime!" my foster mom chirps.
Peter leads me out the door and pushes me in his car.
"OW!" I shriek
"That's not even a fraction of the pain you'll be feeling tonight at home. Why did you run?"
"Why did I run? how about how are you such a dick?"
With that his face goes red and he slaps me across the face.
"I wouldn't push it love." he says with a huge smirk on his face.
I sit back in my seat and the rest of the ride goes in silence. Finally we reach the school and we pull in. He walks around to the other side of the car and opens the door for me and snakes his arm around my waist.
"We have all the same classes this nine weeks. I already checked our time tables."
Why can't I just fall on the ground and die?
"How fun." I say. My voice laced with sarcasm.
The first people we see in the hall way are Harry and his gang. Great.
Harry's p.o.v
When I see a head of blonde hair walking through the hallway my breath hitches. she's okay!
Then I look to her waist and I has peters dirty hand snaked around it. What a slut! I thought she of all people to know better than to be his skanky whore.
I walk past her and see that the sparkle in her ocean blue eyes has died down completely.
The rest of the day flies by as I watch peter whisper stuff into her ear and her glaring at him.
When the last bell rings I go to my locker and walk behind the school to smoke my joint. I know it's wrong but I just can't stop doing it.
I hear screaming and peters voice and freeze in my tracks.
Oh shit.
