NoteWell here's my third chapter… I'm sort of lazy too type this hahahaha, well please guys!! R&R!! well this actually might be my blast chapter but who knows. I think I might write a new heroes story soon, so keep an eye on it!
-Chapter 3-I'm There For You-
Thoughts raced a million miles a second in my head, never stopping to work my other organs, I could've chocked. I closed my eyes to take a second to recollect myself. It's your entire fault!! My damn conscience ringed the sentence in my head If you'd been there for him this wouldn't have happened! I felt a tear trickle down my face, but quickly wiped it off. I picked out my scrap book I have kept in my limo for a really long time since the beginning of the campaign but never looked back to open it. But now I opened it. Inside family photo's, Simon and Timothy , my two son's photo's and drawings, Heidi and my marriage photo, mom, dad, Peter and I together as kids. Peter… when we were kids you were always getting yourself in all sorts of troubles. But I was always there for you.
"Peter!!" I shouted in despair, "Peter" I repeated. It was late at night and mom and dad didn't even bother looking for you. You ran away after a huge argument between you and dad. When I came back home from school and heard about the argument from mom, I was furious at dad. "How could you be so cruel?!" dad turned to look my way and said "He needs to learn how to grow up, you should be ashamed to even know him." "Dad he's only five! And he's your own son!! He won't last a second out in the streets of New York." "So be it, he will live and he will come back in shame, I won't look at him twice" in frustration and defeat I ran to get my coat and slammed the door behind me. So there I am looking for you. I kept asking people if they have seen you. I used a picture from my scrapbook where you were with me on after winning the creative writing contest, taken only a month ago. It's been two days since you were gone, and I spent every spare time I had to look for you. After even my friends thought I was becoming a lunatic, I still looked for you. Then after every hope seemed gone, I walked down an alley to take a rest. Then I saw a shadow behind me, I turned around immediately without thinking. Before me stood a beggar, he seemed old but friendly, but my every nerve new well enough you have to earn trust. "I heard you were looking for Peter" the man said in the gentlest and most fragile voice ever. I stepped back a bit "how do you know my brother" I said shakily in the shock "Peter has told me lots about you, and you must be Nathan, he misses you a lot but is too scared too come back home from the argument." "you know where Peter is?"
"of course, I have been taking care of him"
"can you show him to me?
"of course"
"How much do you want?"
"excuse me?!"
"How much do you want?" I repeated, the man laughed so hard you could have sworn by then tears should have come out. "oh dear, I couldn't accept anything, too see someone happy is the greatest gift."
I was amazed to hear him say that but casually took it in. as we walked to the alley way where Peter was he told me lots of things, wisdom, how he met Peter and his condition. He never said a word about his name. When we found Peter he looked terrible "Peter…… Oh God are you alright Pete?" I said nmy voice panicking rapidly. "Nathan?" he said weakly. "everything is going to be fine" I replied putting my coat over him "just go to sleep" he nodded reluctantly. I picked him up and walked to the nearest hospital. I never saw that guy anymore, the guy who saved Peter, I would never have been able to thank him enough.
Peter you act as if you don't need anybody, you never let them worry or care about you. But I care Pete, more then you'll ever know. I've been there for you, always to clean you up, to send you to bed, and to calm you when you were upset. I miss you sorely…
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