day 5
3rd pov
rachel stayed in the room all day. like she had any other choice, to be honest. she took a bath, and even painted her nails a light pink that peter have given her last night.
peter had also brought her a sweatshirt and some pants. the weather was cold and all she was wearing was a t-shirt and jeans from the day she arrived.
the sweatshirt smelled like peter, like pine trees and a hint of cigarette smoke from his father. the pants, well, they were sweatpants, she guessed they were someone else's. maybe his mom or someone who got out before her.
peter had come every night. he stayed for hours and hours. rachel didn't mind it, in fact, it was nice to have someone to talk to when your trapped all day.
rachel waited for peters arrival. tomorrow night was the day she got to escape. she wanted to say goodbye to peter and wish him well, even though she hoped to see him again after she left.
at 8, she looked out the window, peering into the house. all the lights were off. she waited for peter to show up in the window, or slide open the back door. nothing.
maybe he was waiting for his dad to fall asleep.
rachel walked around the room, making herself eat a piece of buttered bread. she walked to one wall, and to the next one, brushing her hand against the cold wood. she touched the sound proof material, touched the sink, the bed frame, and the wardrobe, she touched the vent, and the table, and even the door.
she waited for someone, anyone to open the door. she sat down in the open space she had, laying down on the cement. her eyes gazed up at the skylight, wishing to see the whole night sky.
instead, she only got a small part of it.
she wanted to see the constellations, and the moon, and even try and find mars or saturn or whatever. she wanted to laugh with her older sister about some stupid shape in the sky, and cry about the story mom would tell us how dad had named a star after her. she wanted to jump around on the roof, trying not to wake the neighbors, and smile at the sky when she finally saw a shooting star.
her thoughts were consumed and hadn't realized that she was crying. how long was she on the ground? she looked at her watch. 10:46 pm.
peter wasn't here.
she began to worry. he would tell her if he wasn't coming, right? wouldn't he? it was the day before they left. would he explain it to her one last time?
her mind was blank of the whole plan. she hadn't remembered what he told her to do. her stomach was in a knot and flipped and flipped; over and over and over.
that's when the door clicked. she turned her head toward who she was hoping to see, but instead she saw someone she didn't recognize.
it was peter, but peter had a black eye. he also carried a guitar, which she had so many questions about.
"good, you're still awake," he smiled despite wincing at his own pain from raising his cheeks when his mouth moved up. the bruise looked fresh, almost like it just happened.
"what happened?" rachel sat up from the floor. her hair was probably a mess, still damp from tears. she tied it up into a messy bun, having the waves of her long hair pushed away. he closed the door and put the guitar against the wall.
he shook his head like rachel was crazy. she waited for him to respond, but he shrugged his shoulders.
"was it him?" rachel asked. peter looked up from his death stare and slowly nodded his head. he sat down on the bed, only a few feet away from rachel on the floor.
