==Don't Touch Me==
Chapter Five: Peter"Everybody's got their problems
Everybody says the same thing to you
Its just a matter how you solve them
And knowing how to change the things you've been through
I feel I've come to realize
How fast life can be compromised
Step back to see what is going on
I can't believe this happened to you"
-Sum 41 (Hell Song)
Peter layed back on his sofa, with a thoughtful face, and beer can on his right. The dishes were accumulated on the sink, the beds were unmade, and he hadn't bothered to clean up the house.
The bitch didn't bother to clean this fucking mess.
The dining tables were tipped over, and the walls had been pounded on, small droplets of blood stained the walls. Peter drunk another sip of his beer, ignoring the pounding pain on his bloody knuckles.
Well, it seems like the woman actually found the guts to run away. What he couldn't find out was how she did it. Glacia was such a coward, every time he beat her, she cowered on the corners, crying. Of course, she never wailed out loud, he warned her what he'd do to her if she did.
Where to start?
He was a cop, he knew how to track down people. But first, he had to get a hold of himself. Not to let his anger control him. His anger led him to murder that woman he was fucking this morning. They were going at it in his car, and for some reason, her woman face reminded him of the run-away bitch. He had felt so much rage that he had strangled her with his bear hands, then he had dumped her body on the trash bin behind the police station.
First thing he had to do, was to track down the bitch's friends. But she hasn't been in contact with them since four years ago.
The bitch probably ran to one of them.
He grinned. Of course, maybe she ran off to their homes. And now one of them must be with her, trying to protect her from him. Next thing he had to find out, which one?
Well, there was that little girl Phoebe. She worked with her at this group named the Elite Four of Hoenn. Maybe she ran off to her? There was also Winona, she and Glacia used to go shopping a lot.
What if she's with HIM?
He groaned. Of course, HIM. The boy, the blue-haired sad-eyed boy. She always talked about him, her face always lit up when she saw him. That's why he and Glacia had moved away.
Four years ago, he had beaten the bitch because his food got burned. She took off running to his house crying, the bitch had tattled on him. The boy had left her at his house and came, the Boy had come to Peter's house and attacked him.
No question about it, the Boy was furious. He had broken Peter's jaw, and the Boy had bitten his face a lot. You got to admit, for a skinny person, that Boy knew how to give good beatings. Someone had called the police, and sent the boy to prison. After Glacia had come home, Peter beat her harder than before.
The Boy was supposed to be in prison for five years, but he got out after two weeks. The bitch must have bailed him out.
Yes, the Boy. She surely must have gone to him. Now, the last step to find out, where is he?
He stood up from his couch, tossed the beer can at the trash bin, and went to Glacia's room. He searched through her drawers, ripping and breaking everything inside of them. He found under her bed mattress a worn-out blue book, when he looked inside of it, he realized it was her diary. He read some of the pages, and his face twitched at how she had written and called him a "cock-sucking son-of-a-bitch". In the last page, there was an address and phone number, below them, the name Phoebe was written in it.
He grinned, Phoebe would know where the Boy was. After all, he was her boss, he was the leader of the Elite Four. He closed the book, and slipped it in his pocket. He left to his room and got dressed, then he went downstairs to his police uniform.
He took out a gun, and reloaded it, then he put the safety on. He stepped outside to his car.
The address was confusing, due to Glacia's scribbly handwriting. But he managed to reach the address. When he stepped out, he looked at his address and checked it. The address led to apartments that had plants all around it, and to go inside, he had to go through this gate that was full of rose thorns. It was impossible to go inside without pricking your fingers.
When he reached the apartment room, he looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then knocked. After knocking three times, a tanned girl with brown hair answered the door. She looked at him confused, then her eyes grew wide, remembering who he was, then she attempted to shut the door quickly. He kept it open with his foot, covered the girl's mouth, and got inside himself. He led her by the arm to the living room, and tossed her to a corner. The poor girl's eyes seemed to be filling with tears as he withdrew his gun.
"Are you Phoebe Summers?" he asked her, grinning at seeing the girl's face twitch with fear. She hesitantly nodded. "Is anybody else here? Mother? Father?" she shook her head fearfully.
"Good. Then maybe you can tell me where my bitch is? Is she hiding in here? Be honest, if you are, I might spare your life.."
The girl named Phoebe shook her had slowly, wiping the tears from her face. "I-I-I-I don't know what you are talking about..." she stuttered.
Peter grinned and suddenly he threw over a small table, spilling letters to the floor. "Don't you see I'm not playing, you little cunt?" Phoebe's eyes opened wider and she whimpered, "I swear.. I don't know!"
His face reddened with anger, "You don't know?" she shook her head quickly. "She sent you letters, she must have told you where she was going.." She shook her head again, "No, I haven't heard from her for three months already.."
He grinned at her, "I believe you, you little cunt, maybe she didn't tell you. Maybe she told HIM.." Her face looked puzzled.
Peter glared at her, "His name is Steven Stone. He was your boss, wasn't he?" she nodded.
"Good, where does he live?" Phoebe swallowed, as if talking now was a difficult task.
"He lives at this sketchy part of town, Brown Street. The apartment is called 'Brown Apt.'. But I doubt you'll find him there.." she stammered.
Peter's eyebrow raised in frustration, "Why?" She struggled again, "Because he's at Jhoto Region.. He went there for some Elite business, I don't understand that stuff myself.."
Peter smiled in satisfaction, "The Whore Region?" she nodded. He put away his gun, and picked up the table he toppled over. Phoebe still crouched on the corner. He took out his gun and waved it at her threateningly, "This never happened. If you tell, remember, I'm a cop. I can track you down, put this gun on your little mouth, and blow out all your fucking teeth in one shot, got it?" she nodded quickly, wiping away her last tears.
He put his gun away for good, and left the apartment. Leaving Phoebe on the corner, leaving her to shake in fear.
Peter enjoyed that. He loved making people feel small compared to him. Especially his co-workers, they always respected him, maybe because he was so bad-tempered.
When he had arrived home that day, and found out the bitch had run away and stolen his ATM card, he filed her for credit card scam. Now all the police members in Hoenn will be looking for her, even those whorey Officer Jenny twins.
Ah, so the bitch was smart. She probably went to The Boy and they ran off to Jhoto since she knew they would be looking for her here.
He smiled at himself in the car mirror, and started whistling. Extremely satisfied that he had found out his bitch's game.