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My entire body broke out in a sheen of cold sweat. I stood, frightened, my eyes fixated on the door, “Peter?”
He was beside me instantly, one sliding arm around my waist and posed like he was ready for war. A blade was in his other hand, a large one, like a hunting knife.
“Where the hell did you get that?” I asked, a little too loudly.
“Shhh,” he admonished. “I had a feeling I might need it. Don’t worry about where I got it right now. You need protection.”
Click. Silence. Click.
“Whoever it is, they’re not leaving,” I pointed out, shaking my head. “Put the knife away. I’m going to open the door. Go hide in my closet.”
“No,” he growled. “You don’t understand yet. Just listen to me for once dammit.”
I threw my hands in the air, full of drama, and didn’t care, “Whatever.”
He crushed me to his chest, his lips meeting mine in a passionate, scorching kiss, “Do not be so foolish.” He inhaled a deep breath of air and shook his head, “Don’t answer that door, Rae. No matter what.”
He was scaring me now.
“Pete? You’re freaking me out,” my voice trembled as proof.
“That’s not what I intended. I’m sorry,” he hadn’t let go. I was still clutched against him. “I’ll explain when I can. Please, trust me baby.”
I nodded, terrified, and had no idea what his words meant, “What should I do?”
“Nothing,” he growled low. “Hope he goes away.”
Rattle. Rattle.
“Peter?” I whispered. “I think I’m going to pass out.” I was near to hyperventilating and completely terrified with his actions and the knowledge that Charles was trying to get into my room in the middle of the night.
He caught me as my knees buckled. At that exact moment, there was a small bang and then the door . . . unlocked.
Peter slid under the bed with his arm around me, seconds before my door swung open. I could hear his heart racing in his chest, both of us trying to breathe as silently as possible. Our chests rose and fell quickly with our anxiety, and I swear the air underneath became thinner and more oppressive the second I heard that door open. Pressed to the cold wooden floor, I felt like a criminal in my own home.
Charles was pacing the length of my room. I heard the window raise and lower a minute later. Maybe Step-Vader would think I had snuck out. I could only hope so. He walked to my closet door and paused, then the door opened and shut.
I heard him laugh lightly and saw his feet moving toward my main door. It opened and shut, but he didn’t leave. Peter gripped me tighter.
Neither of us moved.
Neither of us spoke.
“If you’re in here Rae, let this be a warning. Next time I won’t leave this room empty-handed,” the door opened. “And if I catch Peter in here, I’ll hurt him.” The door closed as his footsteps echoed down the hall.
Shaking, I slipped from under the bed, pulling Peter with me, “Oh God. Oh God, Pete.”
“Shhh baby,” he soothed, holding me against his chest. “I’ve got you. He’s never going to harm you. Understand? Not ever.”
I shook my head, “He will. One day he’s going to succeed Peter. One day, after you leave, he’s going to come for me and no one is going to stop him.”
The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.
He trembled with rage, “Then I don’t leave, it’s as simple as that.”
Standing, I shoved his arms away, “You should go . . . tonight,” I backed away from him, hot tears coursing down my cheeks. “I’m asking you to leave.”
“No Rae.”
