Descendant

{Chapter 4} Holy Moly

I and Peter talked for a while. We told some jokes, mostly inside ones.

To be honest I'm a bit sad because he's still hiding something and not talking about it.

"Are you in a play?" I ask him randomly.

"Nooooo." He laughs a bit.

"Cause, Evie thinks you are secretly, I said no." I laugh a bit too.

"Wow, why'd she think that?" He asks still laughing a bit.

I rub my arm a bit. "She kind of thinks you're hiding something."

He stopped laughing and did a serious face. "D-Do you?"

"Well, maybe..." I mumble.

"Oh..." He mumbles.

I get a text and I read it immediately.

"Oh, my mom wants to know if I can sleepover? It's kind of dangerous to drive since it's so dark." I say.

"You don't have any clothes though." He says.

"Oh, yeah. I'll go, see you at school tomorrow?" I ask him.

"Yeah, bye." He says quietly.

I head out the door to the car.

He almost seemed panicked when I ask to sleepover. It felt a bit suspicious but oh well.

I hop into the car.

I check the gas in the car. "Ugh." I groan.

Great, now I have to fill up the gas at night. What fun. I'll text my mom that if I'm not home in ten minutes something happened.

It's Queens, so clearly not very safe.

I drove over to the gas station and took a deep breath. This is like a horror film.

I turn off the car and hop out.

I heard light footsteps, oh please be another person gassing up. I felt frozen from being scared.

My breath was labored.

I stick the gas thing into the whatever, I'm frantic okay?!

Someone grabs me. Oh just kill me quickly at least.

I scream and kick. Clearly didn't matter since no one was out.

They cover my mouth.

I try biting their hand that was covered in a glove. After I try that I do a muffled scream.

My brain ran in circles trying to think of a way to escape. Why me? I didn't have my purse! The car? Did I do something or are they just mentally insane?!

I think about mom, Peter, Evie, Ned, dad! I try kicking again.

I felt faint.

I hear someone's land. Did someone jump or something?

I close my eyes as soon as I hear a gun cock.

I try shaking my head, gosh why didn't I put on heels? I could've stabbed them. Or at least try.

Why didn't I run before?

"Put the gun down!" It sounded muffled. Not a cop, they sounded too young.

I could feel something placed against my head. The gun I'm guessing.

All of a sudden I was let go. I went against my mom's car and sat down. I searched for my breath I didn't know I was holding.

I look up to see who knocked the man out.

It was a red, and blue suit.

Oh my gosh- Spider-Man