Doll [sᴛᴀʀᴋᴇʀ]

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[Peter]

I looked down at the white box that was currently intimidating me more than a box should.. I hesitantly reached out and undid the bow, throwing it onto the bed next to the box

I opened the box, gasping at how fancy it was
It had a maroon fur interior
Inside was a white leather double shoulder holster. It was beautiful.

A weird term for an item used to hold deadly weapons, but still. What was even more beautiful was the two guns inside.

The holster had red gems aligning the straps which was gorgeous, yes. But, the semi-automatic pistols were.. well even more gorgeous

A quick search told me that they were called a beretta 29FS. They had a gem encrusted handle. Black gems that were perfectly done
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Of course, there was a third very decorative white charter arm revolver. I should've expected that. He had a thing for white, didn't he? I smiled to myself as I toyed with it

"I should probably put these away before I accidentally shoot something.." I mumbled to myself, gingerly plopping everything back into place

I closed up the box and slipped it under the bed before unlocking the door, but I didn't leave the room. I felt like I couldn't.

I laid in bed, closed my eyes and thought of the only thing in my mind recently. Tony.
He got me guns? What.. to protect myself? So we were going to be seen together?

Not that we haven't been seen together, but that was different. That wasn't because he wanted to be seen with me, that was cause he didn't want anyone clinging onto him

Was he serious about me? Was he going to teach me how to use them? My head travelled to movie territory and I found myself craving his firm chest against my back as he positioned my arm properly

Feel his breath on my cheek, his eyes looking intensely into mine as we both tried focusing on training.. our eyes would keep drifting to each other's lips

His voice would be so deep as he gave a warning "Angel.." or maybe.. he would call me by my name
"Peter.."

Ah, yes. That sounded better.
And I would smile all coy and turn away from him with a giggle I wouldn't be able to stop.
I would lean against him and feel the rumble of his chuckle, the draw of his breath, each beat of his heart

I curled up in bed, bringing my knees to my chest
I felt tears build up again and this time, I didn't bother stopping them. I let my pillow soak them as I hugged myself

Before I fell asleep I faintly remember Sean coming in and asking me what was wrong. Worried, concerned. Asking about my broken rib.

I mumbled, shamefully, for him to stay. To not leave me alone. Gripping on his shirt and sobbing, begging him to sleep next to me.

But, he wasn't who I needed.
Who I needed was not here.