day 6
3rd pov
rachel's eyes fluttered open as last nights events fell into place. her watch had read 10:46 am. she groaned as she sat up, but remembered how last night had gone. peters voice had drifted her off to sleep, making her wish she wasn't so tried and heard the whole thing.
it was beautiful. his voice, the song, the playing; everything about it was perfect. she was sad that he hadn't stayed the night, but then she realized that this was her last day. she was escaping in only a few hours.
her heart raced. her mom wouldn't have to worry anymore, and her sister wouldn't have to cry anymore. she would sleep in her own bed. she was ready to go home.
what about peter? would she ever find him again? they would have to meet again. there was no way she was going to be alone in this. she began to trust him with this plan. all she had to do was run to a bus stop a mile from here. she could easily run a mile under 10 minutes, which is about the time she had before the bus would leave.
her mind drifted off all day until 3. that's when she started to get her head into its place.
she had washed her clothes in the tub a few night ago, letting them dry for a day or two. she put her jeans back on, but kept peters sweatshirt. it still smelt like him, and it was really comfy.
she made a sandwich, eating it alone at the table in silence. she sat on the bed, back to the wall, waiting for peter the rest of the day.
they had gone through the plan last night. backpack, run, bus, police, get peter. she repeated those words in her head until the watch beeped. it was 7 pm. shawn should be here any minute.
the door clicked. she was ready. she had her shoes on, ready to run. the sun had already set from the november sky. the cool breeze had touched her skin as the door opened. shawn was standing there, like he had said he would, backpack in hand.
she ran over and hugged him one last time. he hugged back immediately, his crisp and cool skin felt nice around her body, letting out a sigh in his embrace. she melted into his arms, holding them one last time. they both didn't let go for a long time, but they both knew they would see each other again soon.
rachel had moved her head to look him in the eyes. hazel, but his eyes filled with a saddening look, like a puppy seeing its owner leave, and waiting for them to return. she squeezed him one last time before backing up as he handing her the backpack with a map, food, and water, like he had said.
"promise me you'll be safe?" peter had said to her, brushing a piece of hair from rachel's face.
"i promise-"
something caught both of their attention when a loud slam erupted from the back door. "you fuckers!"
peters dad.
peters dad with a gun.
rachel tensed up, but peter remained calm. he was pointing a gun at them. how was he this chill? rachel looked at peter, eyes choking up and doomed feelings in her mind. his eyes locked with his dads like he knew something his father didn't.
"i knew y'all were planning something!"the man yelled.
"run, it's a fake gun i promise," he whispered. rachel froze, unable to move. this man, the man that trapped her, the man that hurt peter, the man who lost his wife, he pointed a gun at both of them, thinking about who to shoot first.
"run!" peter yelled at rachel, letting go of her, pushing her forward. her skin froze without his touch. she had to run to the gate by the man with 70' looking glasses. the man struggled firing at her, making her tense up as she tried to unlatch the gate. once she finally got the gate open, the man was after her. she could hear his footsteps behind her, creeping behind with every step she took.
"motherfucker replaced my gun," the man had grunted as he ran behind a few steps of rachel. she hasn't run for almost a week, let alone do anything but walk a few paces throughout the day. this wasn't easy.
that's when peter showed up behind her, shoving the man by the side of the truck. peters loud action had caused rachel to look behind her, which was a terrible mistake. peter yelled for him to stay away, punching the man in the face. although the man was shorter and had a beer gut the size of a eight month pregnant woman with triplets, he pulled peter to the ground with a loud thud. his head had hit the ground so hard. blood oozed into the pavement. the man stood between his body, kicking him as he continued to run away to get rachel.
rachel let out an agonized scream. the one person who she had, the only one that tried to save her could possibly be dead by now. her cries filled the ears of his father, the only one that seemed to be around. had nobody heard her?
her legs tried to pick up their pace, trying hard to run away from the horror she just witnessed. she couldn't carry the weight anymore. her tears and sobs couldn't keep up with the thought of peter laying on the ground, lifeless almost.
then everything went black.
