six years.
six years since he was still young and dumb without a clue in the world about what he was doing. six years since he met his mother and cousin on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere so they could hand a newborn baby off to him and part ways. six years since he turned his back on the only best friend he ever had. and six years since he became a father (non-biological but father regardless) to a little girl named nadia.
he never thought he’d come back. hemlock grove had stopped being home the second roman crossed the line. looking back, peter understood roman’s fear. they were young, stupid...and peter can’t say in roman’s shoes he wouldn’t have suggested the same thing. the only difference was, he hadn’t been in roman’s shoes, he’d been in his own. his own stupid shoes, because he quickly learned that raising a baby wasn’t easy. but he knew that -- lynda had warned him, told him everything she could about a baby, bless her. and while they had both gone separate ways for safety, she was always just a call away when nadia wouldn’t calm down and peter was pacing a hole in the floor.
but now he was watching the welcome to hemlock grove sign pass him by as he headed to the only place he hoped was still standing in that godforsaken town. lynda had set up a place for them all to meet so she and destiny could visit with nadia while peter went to do...all of this. because honestly, peter wasn’t sure what he was walking into. when he’d left, roman was changing and the stories that lynda and others told him about the godfrey family made him wonder if he wasn’t going to drive up to nothing but ash and a long forgotten home.
his eyes quickly adjust in the almost setting sun just over the hill as the house comes into view. it all looked almost the same really. only a few differences -- cars, plants, new paint...but still the same somehow. there’s a hesitation when he reaches the midway point of the driveway, his foot hovering over the brake for a split second. there had been no plan to this, so he’s basically focusing on every ounce of strength he has inside of him to get up the driveway.
finally he pulls up beside a sleek and probably far too expensive black car. which he assumes by the look of it is a new car of roman’s...or whoever he has living with him now. suddenly a sense of dread passes over peter, unsure how he’s even going to start any type of explanation of where he’s been or what happened. for all roman knows peter was heartbroken and needed some time away after losing letha...and the baby. he just forgot to mention the part about wanting to keep letha’s child safe from roman and olivia and essentially kidnapping her. yep, peter was officially a kidnapper and no one but his mother and cousin knew about it. well...no one else yet anyway.
there’s at least three minutes where peter just sits in his car, surprised no one has shown up to drag him out by now. it makes him wonder if roman is even still there honestly. but then again -- it has been six years, he has no idea what he’s even walking into. nonetheless, he still eventually makes it to the door, hand only shaking slightly as he brings a finger up to ring the doorbell. he’s not going to just turn back now. // @saturnsdust ...my hand slipped


















