Ruled, ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴋᴀᴠɪɴsᴋʏ

too fast

It took a bit of convincing, I won't lie, but Peter managed to get me to stay  the night at his house. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't that spending a night with my dreamy boyfriend was a bad deal. God no. I was that I was suffering with itch to see my family, finally lay my hands on my little brother, smell his little head and hug him till I no longer could.

But the more the night grew, the more I realised how much Peter and I needed a night to ourselves. Far from all the eyes that could ruin everything. Ruin us.

It was hard. Hell, it was excruciating seeing him walk around campus with Chloe or watching them get cosy at parties. It felt like a thousand arrows sticking me at once, right in the chest. 
I don't know how I got trough it. Maybe because I knew Peter was utterly mine and nothing could change his mind. Security. Trust. Truth. The most important things in a relationship. We had it. Yes it was hard but the fact I knew his heart belonged to me, made it a little bit less bitter.

We didn't do anything carnal that night. We weren't craving that. Okay maybe just a bit, but it was completely numbed by how much we just simply craved each other's company and that electric shook that pierced through our systems whenever we touched. It provided warmth. Sleeping next to Peter was like having a thousand hot water bottles in bed.

Rain, warmth and the love of a lifetime sleeping peaceful next to me. God, I wanted to pause that moment and live in it forever. But the thing is, forever doesn't exist and even if it did I had come to learn that good things don't last it. 

''Your phone!'' I said sleepily, shaking Peter lightly. It had been buzzing over his nightstand for five minutes. "It's buzzing.'' Peter groaned. He didn't want to get out of the nook of my neck and neither wanted I but whoever it was, wasn't giving up.

''It's Chloe!'' He said as if he had ran out of oxygen. His face dropped and turned pure blank. He looked drained of all blood.

''What? What does she want?'' I shot up from bed as if I had been stung in the behind.

''I don't know. I haven't answered have I?'' He said waving the phone.

''Really Peter? What a time to be sarcastic.'' I crossed my arms.

''What should I do?'' He asked frowning.

''ANSWER?! Put it on speaker tho!" I said taking my thumb's nail to my mouth.

''Hey baby!'' As soon as Chloe's voice echoed throughout the room Rita felt her blood boil.

''Hey. What's up?'' Peter said coldly.

''Im here!''

''Here? Where?'' He frowned. It couldn't be. I felt like vomiting. I had to sit back down.

''At your door?! Can you open, it's kinda cold.''

''I told you I was coming home this weekend, I'm not at school." Peter's negation was adorable.

''I know, I'm at your home. See?'' She said and soon enough chimes rang trough the walls of the house.

If Peter was blank before, they hadn't found a colour as pale as he was when he realized what was going on. I was still on the bed, trying not to panic and not to vomit.

"What should we do?" Peter whispered covering his phone with his other palm. They could hear the muffling of Chloe's voice as she kept talking.

"I don't know!" I yelled in a whisper. "You need to make her leave."

"I'll be right down" Peter said to the phone and hung up, cutting whatever she was saying short.

"How is she even here? How does she know your address?" I asked confused.

"I don't know." Peter said honestly. I kept forgetting Chloe was completely crazy.

"Go, go downstairs and come up with something to get her to leave." I said, my heart bumping out of my chest.

Peter stumbled on his feet on his way out of the room. I could tell he was so lost, so confused and so scared he probably thought he was having a nightmare.

We both were.

''Rita?'' I heard Chloe call. My hands flew to my head in panic. My heart throbbed against my ribcage so strongly it was like it was trying to rip trough my chest. 

What to do, what to do, what to do? - I thought. - Turn off the light and lock the door.

''I know she's here Peter, where is she?'' I didn't need to see Chloe's face to know she was furious. I could hear it in her voice. The hatred, the chagrin, the desire to rip me to shreds. 

I could her Peter speak but it was just muffled and incoherent trough the walls. I figured he was trying to calm her down. It didn't work. I heard something break and Chloe screamed again. 

''Rita?'' 

I rubbed my face. I had courage. I was fearless. Why was I so scared to show myself? Oh right. Chloe was absolutely insane. Yet that wasn't an excuse to leave my boyfriend to deal with it alone. Specially when he was in this mess because he wanted me to live my dreams. He deserved more of me. 

''I'm here.'' I said firmly as I appeared at the top of the stairs. Chloe stumbled, she seemed stunned. Maybe she wasn't expecting me to really be there. ''Your problem's with me so, let's talk it out.''

''Talk?'' Her malicious chuckle echoed trough the walls like it was hell. ''I want you to die!'' 

It happened fast. In the blink of an eye. One minute I was on top of the stairs, the other I was not. My head felt heavy and light at the same time. Last thing I saw was Peter hovering over me. Tears in his face. Was I dying? It felt like I was. At least I was in the arms of my first and only love.