Twisted

Chapter 11

Vanessa's POV.

"Thanks for coming over." I can hear the warmth and gratitude in Erin's voice, and it makes me sick to my stomach.

"We didn't get any work done.", I shake my head in agitation.

He pauses then says, "Maybe it isn't always about the work"

What the hell? Not always about the work? We're science partners, not friends, and certainly not anything more. He's freaking delusional.

Because if it isn't about the work...

What the hell is it about then?

"Erin, the only thing we our are science partners, nothing else. I'm not here to be your friend." My tone is devilish, and I find my self swallowing a tiny lump on my throat.

"Okay", he says. I want to tell him that I...I didn't mean to sound so harsh. I don't though. I say nothing of the kind.

"Alright", I nod my head and quickly gather my book bag, trying to avoid the awkward tension like a plague. Opening the car's door, I walk towards my house, and pull my key out of my pants's pocket. I insert the key in the holder and open the door.

Then, I see him.

He's leaned against my door frame with his blonde, gelled hair slicked back. His white and pale skin seems to glow a bit in the moonlight, and he's wearing a black suit. His blue eyes stare down into mine, and they don't offer nearly as much warmth as the blue eyes I've been staring into for the past couple of hours. Despite this, he wears a smile on his face.

A smile on his face. And a gun pointing directly towards me in his left hand.

Peter.

I feel my body freeze then tremble uncontrollably. I barley notice the thud sound that my book bag makes when it suddenly collides with the concrete.

Peter's going to kill me. I've really fucked up this time, and he's going to murder me in cold blood with his bare hands.

Should I run? I then look to my left to see that Erin's still parked in the drive way. Then, I look in front of me at Peter, who then clicks his gun back, indicating that his gun is fully loaded.

"Vanessa, you okay?", Erin shouts.

Peter's mono whisper feels my ear. His tone is chilling. "Fucking get rid of him, or I will kill him right in front of you"

I feel all colors of life, breath, and consciousness drain from myself. I want to nod my head in understanding, but I don't want to indicate to Erin that I'm in conversation with anyone.

"Yeah...yeah, Erin, I'm fine. I'm just cold. I'm just fucking freezing out here", I offer the most pathetic attempt of a smile I can muster, and it's clear he's not buying my bull shit.

"Vanessa, are you sure you're okay? I can help you in if you'd like?"

Yeah, and get us both killed? "Erin, I'm fine! Okay? I'll...I'll see you tomorrow" I attempt another smile, and I mentally curse myself for not being able to form a single fucking coherent word.

After a second or two, he nods his head and says, "okay". Then, he closes the door of his car and pulls out of the drive way. I watch his car drive down the street, and I let a slight breath of relief until he's completely out of my periphery.

Slowly turning my head around, Peter steps to the side and opens the door wider for me, giving me more than enough room to walk through the medium sized door frame. I briefly close my eyes, silently inhaling and exhaling, before I walk through the door.