After Time [Twilight Fan Fiction]

6. Truth

6. Truth

Lubbock, TX

October 2010

Robyn

I gulped standing in front of my apartment. The yellow police tape stuck to the entrance. My arms folded against my chest as I stared at the closed and locked door. I had been using the clothes from the club most days and sleeping in Peter's clothes. All of my clothes were still in my apartment. To say I was desperate for a change of clothes was an understatement. I felt beaten down ever since I discovered the results of my apartment the day before. Not to mention, being interrogated by police didn't help anything. I was drunk so my statement wasn't taken seriously. I couldn't even describe the guy's face from that night. Though those eyes remained a permanent figure in my dreams that night as well as last night.

Finding Peter's keys in my mailbox had come at the best time. I hate to think about what could have happened had I been in the apartment. Thankfully Peter had a fully stocked fridge since he knew I would be staying in his apartment while he was gone. I turned back around on my flats back into Peter's apartment. The cops did say to stay out of the apartment just until they were certain the intruder wouldn't return. I had been staying in Peter's room all night scared out of my mind.

After the call with Peter, I was even more worried. Peter sounded horrible when I told him. It was like the wind had been knocked out of him or something. I could just feel that through phone separating us. Peter's apartment was different than mine by the fact that he actually had a bedroom. The living room was tiny and it was combined with the kitchen but at least his looked so much better than mine. I shut the door and turned the locks on the back of the door before leaning against it.

Peter had not told me yet when he would be returning. I was expecting the text any moment. It was already Sunday and I was forced to use his laptop to finish assignments. Thankfully, I had been to his apartment a few times and bought my backpack one day full of work from classes. I moved to the couch which was leather considering Peter had a bit of a country theme going through the apartment. I grabbed a blanket and a pillow turning on the TV. There was nothing more than mindless series playing across the screen. Glancing at the clock, I saw once again that it was early.

Beyond early.

The sun was due to rise shortly. Ever since the break-in last night, I can't sleep. I only slept through the incident that night because of the alcohol passing out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I had spent last night in his bed but tonight I couldn't force myself into his bedroom. My ears were hyper sensitive to any sounds coming from my room. It was stupid but at every sound, I left the comfort and safety of Peter's apartment to mine. I always had to make sure before I called the police because I was a little dim witted that way.

The TV was only in the living room so I pretty much stuck to the room with permanent sound. I couldn't wait until Peter returned, maybe then I'll get some much needed sleep. I flipped through more channels annoyed that I couldn't find anything. Giving up, I left it on the national news before staring at the cieling. Counting the cracks in the ceiling seemed to bore me to sleep.

A few hours later, I was awoken by the louder sound of the TV. I opened my eyes waking with a jolt. I turned on the couch pulling my knees under my chin. It took a few minutes to steady my breathing and wake a little more. I peeked up looking around the room to see sunlight peering inside. It wasn't as early was it was and the sun was now fully risen against the horizon. My stomach growled but I was still so unbelievably tired. Pushing myself up, I promised myself I could get a nap now that it was daylight.