A melting candle.

Peter

Legs tremble with excitement, from taking my first step at a mall . Wow , it's more beautiful than described.
Elizabeth's Last wish ,was that I move in with Peter. He came as soon as he was informed.
Peter seems kind and thoughtful, though it doesn't paint away the monster Elizabeth painted of him.
A cruel, heartless , selfish man who got her pregnant then runaway with his wife and children.
Speaking of his children and wife, I only see an empty fancy house, with a bit of  expensive furniture. Part of me wants to ask, if his children always stay away from home this long. Perhaps they went to visit with their mother.
Pieces of this puzzle are still missing, almost a month and no sign of a step mother . No sign of children's clothing either. Only my father's expensive suits are visible.

I would not really call my father's home a house. It's a mansion with the biggest Library my eye ever set upon. So many books, I can hardly choose from, though I manage to steal one laying on a wooden table. Looks like someone reads it alot. It's titled " little red Riding Hood". Odd , it was mother's favorite, I remember her words clearly, " Immaculate", she would say, " little children especially little girls like you, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf, like red Riding Hood did". I believe father was the wolf she spoke of, im still wondering why the bad wolf hasn't swallowed me yet..

Peter knocks on the door , " dinner is served" he mumbles in a loud voice . Everything in his house is fancy and expensive. Gold colored plates , spoons and folks. Peter throws a smile at me, telling me to eat my food. I wish I could, im still struggling to get anything down my stomach. Golden folks and knives are making it difficult for me. Who eats like this? , Fingers do it best.

Thank God, Dinner is over,  finally I can get Some rest. Life here is easier no washing dishes, bed Already made, all thanks to the maid . My room is so immaculate. The blue painted walls remind me of everything. Have always been head over hills with  the color blue , but now it's the last color I want to see .
Im now getting glimpse's of that horrible Thursday night when I look at it. My beautiful sky blue dress was torn to shreds that evening. Before I know it, im screaming and shouting out loud." Let me go" I say, " it's not my fault please leave me alone." The memories are getting more vivid and am banging on the door, screaming for help.
Peter comes running through the hall, panting has he hugs me, " what's wrong immaculate?", Had a bad dream ? I would not dare say the truth to him, so I lie . " Im just having a terrible nightmare, the scariest of them all."
He pulls away from me, holds my head up high , holds my hand and says, "let's go to the kitchen". I notice you don't eat much he continues is it that you are not used to the food here, or you just don't have appetite ? I could say both but I let it slide.  As long as I can remember Elizabeth was a coffee lover. Why does he have to mention her, my eyes are now an ocean of tears. " Of course she loved coffee" , I respond while holding back tears.

Being in the kitchen with Peter , is fun. He can't stop making jokes about potatoes as we makes

fries . This one cracks my bones , " what do we call a monkey who makes potato chips?, A chipmunk". Before we know, it's morning.
As Peter says , " a joke in the night, keeps the nightmares away".

Do you think Peter is a bad Wolf?