Peter's Secret

Chapter Three

*Peter's POV*

To be honest I like school. Not because I have friends, because I don't or the fact that I get bullied because I don't. It's because school is my escape. Escape from what you may ask?

Hell.

Everyday after school I have to go back and trust me I could think of a lot of better things to do with my time. The place was pretty nice, deceiving to the eyes. It was pretty and looked as if a beautiful family lived inside but on the inside it was as ugly as the heart of Mother Gothel from Rapunzel.

My hands were shaking as I took the key out of my pocket and put it in the lock. As I turned the key I prayed that he wasn't home. He was the cruelest man I could think of. I'm pretty sure the Devil would even be scared of him. I opened the door and the faint smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air.

I took my time walking home. But I was cautious of the time. For I knew he doesn't like me being home late. I stepped in the house and not a minute later his voice boomed throughout the house.

"You took your time. Didn't you?" He said walking in the dining room from the kitchen. He stood too close to comfort for me. I could smell the smoke and alcohol radiating off of him. "I'm sorry." I muttered. "I was scared you'd leave." he caressed my cheek and I looked away. "I've been waiting for you." he whispered in my ear.

I felt a chill go down my spine and he smirked at the effect he had on me. "Not today...please." I begged. "Why?" he asked tugging at the hem of my sweater. "I'm just not feeling it." I said looking in his eyes. "But I am." his hands grabbed my waist. "Please." I begged. "No." he said. His voice turning icy cold instantly.

He shoved me into the nearest wall. "Dad..." I whined. "Shh..." he said. His lips shushed me and I felt a tear fell down my cheek. I don't want this.

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I laid in my bed and I tried so hard not to cry. He always did this. Everyday after school and I didn't want him to. But I couldn't leave, I had nowhere else to go. My body hurt everywhere and I didn't know what to do. I've never told anyone and I didn't plan to anytime soon.

I thought back to earlier today. I had fun with Riley in math. I don't think I've met anyone like her. She has this aura around her that gives off this sweet but chill vibe. If that makes sense. She was quirky and somewhat energetic when she was comfortable. I pulled my phone out my backpack and looked for her number.

Peter: Hey, it's Peter

I pressed the send button. What if she doesn't answer? She probably got dared to ask for my number. Suddenly my phone vibrated in my hands. It was her.

Riley: Hi, how's your day been

Was this genuine?

Peter: Good. How about you

Riley: Great. Did you finish the homework?

If anything I didn't finish the homework and I have no one else to blame but my father. It was around 4:30 and I got home around 3:00. He had me for an hour and thirty minutes and I felt disgusting. 

Peter: yeah

Riley: I'm doing it right now. What have you been up to since you got home?

How am I supposed to answer that?

Peter: Nothing just laying in bed bored.

Riley: So you're only texting me because you're bored?

Peter: Lol. No, I wanted to talk to you

Riley: What about?

What do I want to talk to her about? I felt like wanted to tell her everything but I couldn't. I felt restricted. As if something was stopping me. Then my phone vibrated again.

Riley: I got to go. Sorry :(

Peter: It's okay

Riley: See you tomorrow

I sighed and closed my phone. Blew my chance of having someone to talk to. Suddenly memories of earlier flooded through my head and I wanted to throw up. I got out of bed and grabbed a towel and clothes to change in after. I unlocked my door and went to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on and got in. The water was hot but I liked it that way. I felt as if it was burning all the cells he ever touched on my body. I remember it wasn't always like this.

About 3 years ago when I was 14 my dad started abusing us and then my mom had enough and she left without me. I remember how heartbroken he was. I was only 14 at the time and didn't know what to do. 

Then that same night my dad drank until he couldn't remember his name and when I was trying help him get in bed he kissed me and wouldn't stop. I tried so hard to free myself but then I just stopped trying. I let him do what he wanted and when he was done I went to my room and cried for days.

I realized tears were streaming down my face and I didn't stop them. I cried until my vision turned to blurry for me to see anything. Then when it cleared, I cried again. I didn't want this at all. I wanted him to stop but he never did. And I was too scared to do anything about it.

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How did you like this chapter?

We now know what's going on with Peter. Honestly, I'm looking back at this story and I don't like how much detail was put into it. Like why did I write this?

Sorry, I didn't update yesterday. I had dance practice and about two hours of homework so I was pretty tired. This might happen on Thursdays too because I have dance of Tuesdays and Thursdays.

But anyway, hope you like it. Share, comment, and vote.

-Creative