#tvdfpeyton

Liz paced around the living room, her hands on her hips. Naturally she knew Peyton was okay but still the question remained that she didn’t know where her daughter was and she wanted to find out before Rick did. If Rick found out she hadn’t been home yet and it was well past 11:45 at night, there was no telling what he would do. 14 unanswered calls now had the hybrid livid. “Peyton Alice Salvatore just wait until you get your little butt ho-” she left a voicemail, cutting herself off when she heard the door open. She flashed to the door, her hands tightening into fists. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I’VE BEEN!?”

Stepping into Lizzie and Rick’s household with the freshly baked choco chip cookie jar in her hand, she gasped in surprise at the sight of-- she was certain it was one of the twins. Her granddaughter all grown up. With a tentative smile, “Don’t hate me! I know I was MIA but I had to go watch your sick great grandma...hope this makes up for it!” She held out the jar as if in peace offering.

Liz was on her way down stairs when a soft noise came from the twin’s room. She was going to ignore it but she noticed that Peyton was alone, while Madeline was down stairs. Taking a slow step into the room, she saw her daughter sitting on the floor. “Peyton?” She asked softly. “Are you okay?”