Peter Goodman has never been in love. He disregards other's emotions including his own. He lives his life being a wingman, with no attachments and meaningless sex. It's a tiring life, until one day he decides that maybe instead of sleeping with the...
AN: This chapter is going to switch to another p.o.v for depth to what's going on. I said in the beginning that I wanted to say on Peter's p.o.v and I know this is contradictive but I feel like it's necessary. I would also like to state there will be domestic violence in this chapter. With that being said please don't read this chapter if this kind of thing triggers you. I don't want to upset anyone.
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"Forget it. Check your records and stop wasting our time. Her name is Sandra Luna, mom's maiden name is Cervantes. His name is Steven Guzman." As Daniel barked out orders, the woman let out a stubborn huff.
"We don't have those names registered. The girl looks familiar, but my brain just can't ponder from where. If only I had an incentive..." Her acrylic nails tapped against the counter as she waited for an offer. I wanted to slap the smug look off her face. Once she noticed my displeasure with the sight of her she directed her gaze to me. "Do I know you from somewhere, pretty boy?"
"You do have an incentive. Either you tell me everything you know or you go to jail for being an accomplice to a kidnapping." Her face blanched at his response completely disregarding her attention towards me. Her attempt to strike a deal had crumbled and she knew she had no choice. She quickly blabbed out everything she knew. I noticed her nervously eyeing her purse and suspected she carried something that could get her in trouble.
"He used a fake name. Instead of giving an ID he gave me a crisp Benjamin. The room number is 512, they haven't checked out." I seemed to have lost my hearing during my run to the room, all I could see were the doors blur past me as I ran as fast as I could. Deep down I knew I was too late and that she wouldn't be there. Yet I ran as if by chance time had slowed down.
The door wasn't locked when I tried to open it with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. Beer cans and cigarette buds littered the dirty carpet stained with droplets of blood, it was evident the room was just unoccupied. I stood frozen in the middle of the room trying to picture her still here. My breath hitched when I noticed the broken bathroom door. What the hell did he do to her?
"The police are on their way, Daniel got the receptionist to show him the camera footage. Looks like we missed just them." Benny stood by the door unsure if he should enter or not. I wanted to turn the room upside down, but I knew I would mess up any evidence the police could find.
"They can't find us here. Come on." I followed Benny out and ran to the nearest bush to puke. I could feel him patting my back as I gagged. Everything seemed so surreal, just last week I was happy with her, we were happy. How could this happen?
"We're gonna find her." Benny tried to reassure me, but I could hear the doubt in his voice. As I stood up from my crouching position I spotted the blue and red lights only confirming Sandra was in danger.
Sandra
I've never liked to cry. Not in front of my family, not in front of my friends and certainly not in front of Steven. Yet with him I always found myself crying, and he was always the reason. I didn't always cry when he hit me, sometimes I cried when he cursed me out or looked at me with hatred. I didn't recognize who I had become because of him. I no longer liked to listen to loud music or going out with my friends.
