One Love

Chapter 33

Peters POV

As soon as I drove away I started to cry again. I knew this was going to catch up to me. I would kill Paul. Right now. But first I needed to kill Jacob. I wiped my face and took deep breaths as I drove to his house. It wasn't late and I needed this. I raced to his front door. Nobody's car was here, but I knew he was home. I knocked 3 times and waited. He opened the door.

"Hey Pete," he said, before I punched him in the face. He fell back, catching himself and holding his nose while it bled. That gave me enough time to get inside and close the door. "What the fuck was that for?" He screamed, taking his hands away which let me punch him again. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed him against the wall.

"Listen to me. I just got back from seeing Paul. He kidnapped Hayden and had a gun to her head, so if you think for one second I'm not going to kill you, you're funny." I snapped, throwing him to the ground. I wasn't being crazy, I was doing what I needed to do. He didn't try to move.

"Pete, this isn't my fault, I've been trying to call you for a week straight! I sent you voicemails telling you this was going to happen!" He screamed. So that's what that was about.

"I don't give a shit. Warning or not this shouldn't have happened."

"So what are you going to do when my parents get home and find me dead Pete? You're fingerprints are on me. My blood is on your hands and your shirt." When I looked down he was right. When I pushed him against the wall, the blood from his nose must've spilled on me.

"I'll burn it and go take a shower. There are ways around it." I snapped, grabbing his collar and pulling him up.

"And what will she think of you?" He said, barely a whisper actually.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BRING HER INTO THIS!" I screamed in his face.

"I don't, you're right. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." I stood for a second before letting him drop to the ground and walking out. "I'm sorry Peter." He said when I got to the door, I didn't turn around to look at him but instead walked out. It was dark now and I was shaking. I drove home but didn't go to my door, I went to hers. I knocked, which was rare, and waited. The light turned on and the door opened.

"Pete? What the hell happened?" John asked but didn't ask me to come inside. I looked behind him and saw a shadow behind him.

"Please let me in. I need to talk to Hayden, it's important." He looked over his shoulder and then back to me.

"I don't think that's the best idea. It's late and-"

"Please pops." Her small hand touched her dads arm and he backed away. As soon as her eyes met my shirt and hands she gasped, even though she shouldn't be surprised.

"Peter, what happened?"

"Let me in, please baby." She nodded and grabbed my upper arm, her small hand not even wrapping around my bicep. She walked with me upstairs to her room and sat me on her bed before going into the bathroom.

"Take your shirt off." She said from the bathroom before the water was being run. Normally I would make a dirty joke, but not today. Not right now. I peeled it off and looked at my chest, stained from the blood going through. I started to shake again and ran my hands through my hair while I tried not to lose control. "Peter." She whispered, bending down in front of me. I looked up at her with blurry eyes. Tears filled my eyes but I pushed them back. She took my hand and cleaned the blood off with a warm cloth. When she got to the other hand I spoke.