Just as the mysterious, hidden eyes I have felt on me started to feel like they were growing closer, Peter started tapping on his window repeatedly. I reached over and unlocked it quickly. He unlocked all the doors, put Chelsey in the back seat then sped away.
"what the hell!" I gasped and climbed in the back of the car to dress Chelsey properly.
"I just picked her up and threw her clothes ontop of her. She's breathing, just... knocked out I guess.. there was blood on the ground next to her." Peter explained, and threw a towel in the backseat. I put it around her head as I continued to dress her.
"and... how did you know she was here? in danger?" I asked curiously.
"I... had one of those.. feelings again." he sighed. I strapped her in her seat belt, then climbed back in the front seat.
"Jay called, he's freaking out over this.. he doesn't know what happened. He just knows she's been gone since her lunch break." I said, he just nodded and grabbed my hand, entertwining our fingers.
"is he home?" he asked. I shrugged, unsure.
about 10 or 15 minutes later we were parked infront of his house.
"get the front door for me ok?" Peter asked as he carried Chelsey out of the car. Jay had opened the front door himself by the time we had gotten to the middle of the front lawn.
"what happened?!" Jay cried out, taking Chelsey carefully from him.
"I found her knocked out and nearly naked.. Aubrey dressed her. No idea if she's raped or not.. seemed like it though." Peter sighed. Jay inhaled deeply and instead of continuing back inside, he took Peter's keys and took her to the hospital to get checked.
an hour later we stopped watching tv in his den, and went in the kitchen making dinner for everyone as we waited for his parents to get home and find out the results of Chelsey's tests.
"can you get the sauce ba-.. Bri." Peter asked, I looked up at him raising an eyebrow before walking over to the cabinets.
"what were you about to say..?" I asked curiously, as I was looking through the cabinets to find the spagetti sauce.
"not important." I heard the smile in his voice, I turned around and looked at him. Sure enough he had a goofy, red cheeked smile.
"sometimes Peter.. sometimes.." I sighed, shaking my head.
"what" he smirked, in semi-serious tone.
"sometimes.. you can be very, very bothersome." I rolled my eyes. He stuck his tongue out like a child and walked past me to a very narrow cabinet that was full of spices and medicines. He pulled out some pepper and walked back next to me.
"want me to set the table?" I asked, he shrugged thinking about it.
"if you want." he smiled. I nodded and went through his cabinets looking for cups and plates. I frowned as I looked up at the cabinet. Peter started laughing hysterically as he walked over to me to help.
"here shorty.." he teased as he handed me six plates, then the cups.
"thank you giant." I teased back and went to the table and placed everything down, he came over with the utensils and grinned.
"we did a very good job." he nodded in approval.
"should we make bread.. or like.. dinner rolls with it.." I asked. He chuckled and went to the fridge.
"we do have dinner rolls.." he nodded and started opening the package. "good idea." he smiled.
"something smells delicious!" Peter's mom said approvingly, as she walked in the house.
