In Peter’s Arms Ch.2
I sat on my bed, holding my phone, when I threw it across the room. THUNK When it hit the wall a shard of glass bounced back and sliced my foot “SHIT, AHH GOD THAT HURTS!” “TIA IM GOING TO THE STORE TO BUY SOME….TOYS.” I shivered. I hated when my dad bought toys. Usually they were meant for sexual pain. But if my father was gone that meant I could get rid of Peter. And when my father left he usually went to the bar and got drunk. That meant I had about two hours to get rid of Peter. I wiped away my tears of pain and went downstairs to grab a wet napkin or some ointment. Before I could look I heard the doorbell ring. And it rang again. And again. And …