Chapter 3
"I need to talk to Peter's father. Tell him the whole story. He deserves to know, doesn't he?"
"Well Evie of course he does, but are you ready to tell it?" Mrs. Grayson was one of the few who actually knew the truth. Who actually knew the story. "Mrs. Grayson I have been preparing for a month now. It's now been two months since Peter died, and his father was told a lie. He deserves to know, and I believe I'm ready to tell it." Mrs. Grayson looked at me proudly. She knew I was, I had convinced her. Now the only one left I needed to convinced that I was ready to tell the truth was myself.
Mrs. Grayson helped me pack that afternoon, crying as she did. I knew she didn't want me to go, she had gotten so used to me being around, and helping around the house. Mr. Grayson had gave some money for the journey, a hug, and wished me luck. Mrs. Grayson on the other hand was crying as I told her how I would get to Patchogue, Long Island. The next morning after breakfast she gave me the keys to her car and walked with me outside. " It feels sort of like watching my only daughter leave me," Mrs. Grayson said as she helped me load up my stuff in the car.
I turned to her and smiled," I have began to think of you as a mother as well. Well at least you act like a better mother than Beverly did." Mrs. Grayson sobbed happily at my compliment and reached for me. We stayed there hugging one another for I don't know how long. Finally she released me and kissed me on my temple, just like Beverly used to. My little hidden spot full of love. "Bye sweetie. Come back to us as soon as possible," Mrs. Grayson yelled out as I began to drive away. I knew she would stay there till I was out of sight. As I began down the road to my destination I thought of Peter. I really hoped he wouldn't hate me for this. Where ever he is, I hope he isn't angry about my plans.
I stayed on the road, following the path I made on my map. When it began to get dark and I couldn't see the map, I decided It was enough for one day. I'm so glad that Peter taught me how to drive. If It wasn't for him I probably wouldn't be making this journey at all. The hotel I signed in at was almost as similar as Le Mirage. It wasn't packed either, so I just signed in for the night. I wasn't used to sleeping in a place where no one else slept at either, but I guess I'll get used to it. I have to if I'm going to finish this journey, and I'm going to. Even if I have to drag myself in the end.
I got changed and headed downstairs for dinner before I go to bed. There were a couple of people there, but not a lot. There was a couple I decided to call smoochers, because they kept kissing the whole time. There was another I decided to call strange, because they didn't even act like a couple. They acted like strangers, yet they were holding hands. Then there was a guy who sat all by himself. He didn't look to be as old as the rest. He sort of looked like if he was a couple of years older than me, just like Peter. He had the waiters coming and going at his table so I decided to stay away from him for the night till I left, because I don't want my heart broken again, and yes he did draw my attention.
He kept looking my way, I guess hoping I would go over to his table, but I never did. As soon as I was done eating I paid the bill, and headed back upstairs to my room. I could feel his eyes trailing after me. The way Beverly used to have the guys eyes trailing after her, the way she had Peters eyes trailing her. I didn't look back not once, because for some strange reason he looked a little like Peter. Okay so maybe a little is an understatement. He looked a lot like Peter, and that scared me in more ways than one. Ever since those two months ago I've changed. I've finally realized I'm pretty, that I can have any guy I want.
But I just want Peter, so I haven't had a boyfriend since him, If Peter Coleridge even counted as a boyfriend. Right when I was about to open my room door I heard someone behind me. "Hello Miss." I knew I shouldn't of turned, but I couldn't help it. The voice sounded so much like Peters. I turned around and there he stood, not Peter but the guy from downstairs that had looked a lot like him. "Yes?" I asked to break the silence, because he was just staring at me. "You're Evelyn Spooner, right?" How did he know my name? I thought as I looked at him more closely. His resemblance to Peter was really shocking. The only difference was that he had brown hair instead of Peter's dark golden blonde. "Yes. How do you know who I am?" I asked him suspiciously.
He smiled at that, his smile was perfect, just like Peter's. Stop comparing them, I thought to myself, trying to shake away the image of Peter in my head that was chasing after like a dog chases a squirrel. "The newspapers. The one's about Peter's death," he said seriously. I nodded quickly, "So is there anything I can help you with?" "No. Just wanted to make sure I got the right girl. You know you're a lot prettier than they described." I smiled slightly and blushed. Sure lots of guys now tell me I'm pretty. Even Jeff Mcafferty my old crush, but none of it matters. None of them drew my interest anymore.
Cause all I can think about and see in a guy was a guy who's gone. But this guy looked and sounded so much like Peter that I loved the compliment. "Thanks," I mumbled. I turned away and was about to open my door again when he spoke up. "I forgot to tell you my name. If you want to know it." I smiled, "Sure, I'll bite. What's your name?" He smiled at me in a way that Peter used to. "I'm Jake Smith, and so not to be rude. May I ask what your name is?" I chuckled, he had charm just like Peter too. "I'm Evelyn spooner or Evie. I perfer Evie though." He chuckled, "Good to know. Hey Evie would you like to accompany me on a walk by the beach?"
- I really hope you enjoy! Sorry It took so long. I get destracted very easy. Thank you lalaland33 for your continued support.