Peter was rather lost on this whole subject, for he had no idea how to contain both his family and the one he loved. He knew youâd grow older and he wouldnât and that at the time heâd have time for you and have a chance to get back to america without a narcissistic bitch wanting to kill hisâŚ
She always wondered which hurted the most, you being with her - knowing you would leave her anytime soon. Or, you not being with her - that she was alone. She wondered, every now and then, and she simply couldnât came up with an answer. The day that you left felt like someone ripped her heart out - you had ripped her heart out. And she was mad at herself for days, weeks, because she knew that day would happen, the day you would leave. Because you had warned her, you had told her, and all she could do was put on a weakly smile upon her lips, while her eyes teared, and she said it was okay. that she understood it, but the funniest thing was - she didnât understood it at all, not a single thing. How could you leave her? Why didnât you took her with you? Because otherwise she was in danger? Bullshit. You could protect her like she could protect you, like it had always been.
She was alone, she had no one, she hadnât been outside for a long time - unless she needed to shop for some food. She didnât eat that well the first couple of months, she was too skinny. It took two years, two years to put any emotion off, two years she thought of you, two years she had been crying for you, begging for you to come home, to her. two years she was that poor, little, sad girl who had been hurt so bad. And she changed, changed the day when she realized she was over you - that days she was cold hearted and cold blooded.
Every night it was alcohol, drinking at a bar, or a few clubs, she made a friend - Lilly, who used drugs every day. Annaleigh even used drugs every now and then, in her head she wasnât addicted, but in reality - she was. One night stands were perfect for her, she didnât needed a man, nor wanted to love. that time was over. Years it had been like that, she wasnât the person she used to be anymore. She thought of you every day, she never went to bed - she sleeps when her eyes canât handle it anymore, when her body would turn everything off, when she would fell asleep because of the alcohol and drugs.
This had been a night like any other night, partying, alcohol, drugs, smoking, just far away from reality. She arrived home at six oâclock, opened a bottle of vodka, and fell asleep round nine. Then the doorbell went, she opened her eyes and frowned deeply as she struggled up. She realized she had still the clothes on from last night, and once she studied herself in the mirror, she looked like crap - her pupils were huge because of the drugs, and you could smell the alcohol from a distance. She sighed, this was probably Lilly who needed a bed to sleep. She opened the door - and then her eyes had caught yours, as her heart almost stopped to beat, her mount dropped open, and she simply couldnât say anything. To study your face, your look, your face expression, you were even shocked as her. She assumed it was because she hadnât aged at all - which was a freaky thing, she knew, but that didnât mattered to her. The whole hunter thing she had left once you left. You could see she was damaged, and she assumed you already noticed she took some drugs, and alcohol - because to see your face, you were pissed.
âWant a drink?â - She said, as she pulled an eyebrow up. What were you thinking? That there would stand a sweet little girl, who had that adorable smile on her face because you returned. O hell no, this was something you had made.
There was this vague mix between excitement and disappointment, guilt. In his stomach roamed this weird feeling as he watched the girl he couldnât let go of. Big red pupils, obviously gone through either lots of crying, or drugs. He assumed the second, considering the way you looked through your eyes and the smell of alcohol which came with you the moment you had opened that door. He wasnât pissed -he never was. But you could see he didnât like what he saw, because he most certainly had pulled up this thoughtful look, almost judging. -and yet he wasnât.Â
âAre you okay?â He muttered, way less audible than he figured heâd bring it. It worried him, the fact you walked around the way you did. He bit his lower lip.
You hadnât aged, something which made him question. Were you really looking this good at the age you would be -five years older. He stepped forwards, indicating heâd enter your house. Figuring you asked him about a drink he supposed he could get inside as well. Or youâd let him drink something on the doorstep. -or tell him he wouldnât get a drink of course.Â
His eyes once again looked at you. He had expected a lot. Happiness, jealousy but he hadnât really counted on guilt. But he did. And he didnât even know whether the thing you did was just for once. Or whether it was even about him, or that maybe something else had happened. He truly didnât know and it gave him an uncomfortable feeling.Â
He moved towards you, closer and he took your arm lightly in order to make sure you wouldnât move away. He then pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you. âI missed youâ He whispered.Â
This was something she didnât expected, you to return. She wondered if you were here for just a couple of hours, or for a few days, or for.. forever. But probably not, probably you would leave again. So why should she be happy? Why should she smile and tell you she was glad you were back while she knew you would probably leave again. It was unfair, unfair to be happy about something that could just take a few hours.
She leaned against the wall as her eyes didnât left you for a second. You were handsome as ever, and these sparkling eyes made her fall in love over and over again. Yet, she couldnât fall again. She couldnât let you in the way she did five years ago. The way she loved you, was a way she simply couldnât tell. Much, forever and always she used to say. Now it was something she was fighting against. The way you touched her, just a simply touch on her arm made her shiver. Whether it was because of the drugs or alcohol, but you clearly had a affect on her, something she wanted to push away, but couldnât. She stopped breathing for a moment once you pulled her into a hug, the way her head was laying against your shoulder, your arms around her, it made her feel like she could burst out of tears - but she didnât. She just stood there, leaning against your body while she couldnât wrap her arms around you - she just couldnât. And then, when you said you missed her, she frozen a little bit, but didnât answered that. She pulled her out of your hold, as she turned around and walked in - simply because it was too cold.
She heard you closing the door, as she plopped down on the couch and placed both hands in her face, closing her eyes as she was just laying there. She didnât had the effort to talk, nor to face you, nor to cry. She couldnât realize you were here. She just begged for some more alcohol right now. Her face looked up again as she saw you standing there, looking at her with these adorable puppy eyes. She swallowed once, as her eyes fell down on the ground.
âIâm tired. Right now is not the moment to be with me. I still have drugs and alcohol in my blood and I assume this is not the way you want to see me right now.â
He wasnât entirely sure whether it had been reasonable to come towards you. It might have been the most stupid move. Because if heâd return now, all he would was worry. And youâd hate him, because he wouldnât stay, or you wouldnât care, and he liked neither of those options. He was so stupid to think it was a good idea to check on you. He should have, from a distance, not up close. But it was a little late for that now.Â
He closed the door, slowly walking up towards the living room where he took place in front of the couch. Still standing, watching you with these big puppy eyes. He listened to your words, watching your lips as you spoke, not thinking too much about it. He knew what he was going to say from the beginning already. And that was exactly what he mentioned after your words. âI just wanted to see youâ He muttered. âAnd yeah, of course Iâd rather seen a girl whom had her life in order. I think iâd have rather seen you happy with someone by your side, maybe a child of your own, over this. But at least I see you againâÂ
It said hell a lot when he told you he rather saw you with someone else and a child, because that would affect him quite a lot. But he did rather see you happy. And if that was what it took then he rather had that. Now he only felt strange, guilty and an unwanted guest. Thinking that he shouldnât have knocked on that door.Â
âI can leave if you want me toâ He said soft, cocking his head a tiny bit while still looking at you. His eyes locked into yours while his hands were tugged into his pocket. He merely wanted happiness in your life, but right now he had no idea what to do about it. He supposed staying and then leaving was not going to help you. Staying might, but he couldnât. Going now was maybe the best option. To only regret ever coming here. He felt stupid, for most decisions he made around you. About being angry, loathing Tyler, being jealous. Instead of actually acting, he shouldâve stepped back from it all. But heâd always confronted you about it. And he still believed some things you pulled off were wrong, very wrong, and yet whom could blame you. And the hunter thing.. He wondered if you still hunted. And he wondered if that people ever bothered you after he left. He had so many questions about what happened after you left. But he might not wanna know. Your house looked okay, but a little of a mess. Different from the past. Even though after a while you lived with your parents. And the smell of alcohol hung around.Â
She raised her eyebrows once you mentioned these words. You just wanted to see her. Well.. right, that took five years? She understood you were living a difficult life, you had once shared it with her,  but letting her wait like that, letting her torture like that, was a wrong choice of your own. It was leaving and not coming back, or leaving and coming back for the rest of your life to share with her. But that wasnât the case right now, she could tell.
She remember the way she wanted to beg you to stay with her, but if she did that, she would be selfish and Annaleigh knew that. Family above all, she once used to say. Yet it was heartbreaking for her too. It was difficult for her too. She loved you - more then anything, and you just left like that. Once you muttered these words, about you could leave if she only wanted to, she shook her head as her light blue eyes flashed into your direction.
âNo, stay. Please.â
She said, as she swallowed once, staring at the ground. She didnât really knew how to act, or what to say, because after all these years she felt the pain again - the pain that caused her to change, the pain she escaped but returned once you stepped back into her life five minutes ago.
âHow are you?â - She said, muttering a little bit, as her angelic face, which was damaged, you could read it all over her face - was looking at you.
Peter had wanted to visit you sooner, but he had never been able to. He couldnât take the risk, and he couldnât now either. But he had because he couldnât sleep because he just thought about how you were and he didnât know. And he couldnât stop worrying. He couldnât call, because some crazy bitch would more certainly track them down that way and just wipe them away or hurt their daughter. so he simply decided to take a risk, a big one yet not as big as calling. And he visited you. He now realized it was stupid to do a face to face, even though that was pretty done.
Peter hadnât quite seeked for the attention of girls. He had gotten laid with Hayley twice, which might have been a mistake. But Peter didnât notice that. He believed Hayley was over him, she told him that was the case, she showed that and getting laid was just for needs. And yet what he didnât know was that Hayley had big time troubles with Peter not returning her love. He was quite a weakness and yet she knew he loved you. And you him. And she learned you wouldnât harm him, and therefore handed you space. She wouldnât try to stand between you and him unless youâd be bad, and unfortunate you werenât. And even though it was hurting, she respected it. If Peter would be steady with you, she was going to quit crying about some guy she couldnât get. And quit getting into meaningless sexual shit. And Peter would too. He already felt guilty enough for sleeping with her, even while he knew youâd gotten a lot more laid in those five years.
He looked at you, sighing soft as he realized the damage heâd done. He couldnât bail on his daughter, but he hated what happened. Because he never wanted to bail on you. And yet heâd had to make a decision. And being a lame ass father wasnât happening twice. Still he wanted to take you. And maybe he should. But he couldnât just kidnap you to Russia. A lot of factors played.âIâm okay. I just miss you a lot. But that doesnât quite help youâ he said. He didnât want to be the guy with the lame ass talking about missing you and rubbing it in your face. Heâd say it once because it was true and you should know. But thatâd be it. âI would ask you how you were doing as well, but I can see youâre not doing okayâ he whispered, sitting down on the table in front of you. âDo you want to talk about it?â He whispered carefully. He didnât know whether youâd be mad at him. That he had no rights to try and play the nice friend. Or just that heâd left you for so long. He didnât want to hear it, but he wanted to hear the truth and he guessed you found him a dick for leaving. -you had all the rights to. Tho the whole behavior, he wasnât sure whether it was because of him. Maybe something totally different happened.
For the first two years she did blaming you for leaving her like that. Mainly it was because of the way she felt, the way how lonely she felt. The way she needed to do things alone. Or so, she thought so. Once you left her, it felt like she lost her second part. You were her second part. You were her life that time, the only one she loved and wanted. And when you just left like that.. it all fell into pieces.
Tyler was there for her. He took care of her food, her place, and most of all he took care of her. She remembered how she leaned against the cold wall, staring forward as she felt so sad by missing you - and then Tyler came in, knelled down right beside her, his strong, big hands pressing against her cheeks as his light green eyes stared into her eyes, whispering everything would be alright - as he pressed a kiss upon her forehead. He had been there, and slowly she felt like her old feelings for her were about to return just like the first moment she had met him. She had been totally in love with Tyler, she had done everything for him - and then he left her.. and then she had met you. But the roles had been switched, once again - now you were the one who had left, and Tyler was the one who took care of the mess you had made. But after two years Tyler needed to leave as well, he was a hunter and his brother was in danger, he needed to leave and then.. this happened. The alcohol, drugs and more.
''I missed you too.''
Annaleigh whispered, as she sniffed once and just kept on staring at the ground. She didn't know if she needed to explain you the whole Tyler story, probably not, because she knew you hated Tyler pretty much. But he was the last one she actually used to have feelings for, who warmed her up inside with his loveable words, his sneaky yet cute smile. She missed him. But seeing you right now, hearing the voice she always wanted to her, brought memories and feelings up as well. She thought she lost feelings for you the moment you walked out that door - but they never faded away, and that was probably something she used to hate, ever since you would leave again.
Her fingertips were cold, so she grabbed your hands and just played with them. She always used to do that, it almost drove you insane in the past, but she'd liked that. Just one simply touch and she fell in love with you over and over again, though she really did tried to hide it.
''What do you wanna know?'' - She said, as she pressed her lips on a firmly line, knowing you wanted to ask her quiet a lot of things.
