Chapter 2
Sorry it has taken me so long I've been busy with school work,and drama. Here is chapter 2. Again I am sorry to keep you waiting. I do not own any of the characters, besides the plot.
I'm usually found now found at Mrs. Grayson's apartment with her. She is the only one who really understands. Who is the only one who apologized for my loss. The only one who realized, besides Peter, that it wasn't puppy love for me. I really did love him. Beverly and Joe never ask me what I want. They always think they know but they don't. What I really want in this world is Peter, but I know no matter how hard I wish or how hard I pray, he's never coming back.
He still deserves justice. I know that now. And I'm going to give it to him. Even if it means getting myself killed in the process. I hate Peter Coleridge. I do, but I also love him so much it hurts. I hate him for the lies he told me, but I love him either way. Have you ever loved something you hate? This is the first for me. Well I hate Beverly and I love her, but I hate her more. So much it's a passion, a poison, something that will never go away.
I figured out a month ago, at night, as I heard Beverly and Joe arguing. They would argue every night, I'm sure they still do, so It wasn't a surprise to me no more. I had decided to go and speak to Peter's father, Ellis Coleridge. I wanted to tell him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me god. Yes, I remembered that. It stuck to me from that court, among others. Like glitter and glue. I needed him to know what really happened.
Even if he didn't want to hear it from me. I knew Peter probably didn't want his dad to know that he and Joe had stolen from Jews. But his father needed to know this. It's the reason why all this started. If he and Joe hadn't of stolen from the Jews we wouldn't have met. He wouldn't have died, and he probably would never tell the lies he did. He would probably be back home or something. He would never have crossed my mind.
"Mrs. Grayson," I called out as I walked to her room. I have been living with the Grayson's for the past month now. Mrs. Grayson treated me as her own daughter and Mr. Grayson … Well we let's just say we are on speaking terms at least. I'm slowly getting to know him. We didn't really talk that summer. He is slowly getting to know me so that's good. He seems nice enough. He hasn't really been mean to me. Not once. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was probably fond of me, or at least has gotten used to me being around.
"Mrs. Grayson!" "I'm over here Petal," she called out from the kitchen. I quickly backpedaled and went to the very nice and tide kitchen. This was nothing like the one back at Beverly and Joe's. "Mrs. Grayson I need to go to Patchogue, Long Island," I said. I read that newspaper article so many times I had It memorized. "Why Petal?" She asked me surprised. "I need to talk to Peter's father. Tell him the whole story. He deserves to know, doesn't he?"
Thank you for reading. I'll try to put another one up a lot sooner. Again, so sorry.