Alicia felt like a school girl sneaking back after spending the night with her boyfriend. Doing the walk of shame as she quietly slips out of bed and gets dressed enough to run home and get changed before work.
The whole drive home is filled with nervousness and guilt. But soon she arrives back at the apartment. As she approaches the door to the apartment, she notices that the door is already open.
She walks closer to find the place torn apart and cops at the scene inside.
The places was trashed- turned over and inside out. As if someone was looking for something, or even someone.
Bombarded with questions and concerns about what happened, yet distracted by flashbacks of last night. She was glad she stayed after all. Maybe in the long run, as far as relationships go it was a bad idea, but coming home to this almost, to Alicia, made it feel like a sign. A sign that she should have indeed stayed.
I mean she knows why she did stay after all and she'll tell herself that well it just felt right and it was easy to fall back into the old swing of things: with Peter, the kids, and the old house, but she knows deep down that that's not all. She has to- she must- she knows it, whether she'll admit it to herself that she, at least on some level, still loves him.
Alicia called Peter to tell him the news of what had happened. His reply quip and sardonic, "Well now aren't you glad you stayed?" Peter chuckles.
"Peter, this doesn't mean we are back together or that everything's okay with us and that I forgive you. It was a lapse of judgment on my part," Alicia huffs frustrated at his audacity.
"I'm only joking," Peter tries to lighten the mood, and after a beat continues "Well, I had a good time".
"Good bye, Peter," Alicia ends the conversation.
A/N: see, see I told you guys I'd keep it updated mildly for a bit.
